Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week Al provides us with an intriguing photo by Mike Vore which for some reason made me think of Old Dixie. And I haven’t seen him in years!
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I haven’t been back for too long.
I feel bad about it, seeing my mother’s tears.
The old man says nothing, shows nothing, as usual.
He never liked me, the afterthought son, the mistake.
Maybe that is why I turned out the way I did, always in trouble.
Right from my earliest days, all I remember are the fights, the rows, the punishments.
Mum tried to be nice, tried to show me love, to get close.
But I was too tough for that, had no time for softness or sentiment.
I was sent away so often that eventually I just stopped coming back.
I would hear stories from home sometimes.
Sis would write, but I knew she was made to, didn’t really want to.
So I knew how well my brothers were doing, those older strangers who had no time for me.
And I knew she got married again, had three brats of her own.
I don’t know any of my nephews or nieces, don’t want to.
But then I have never been invited to meet any of them.
Anyway, I am back now, for good.
Mum wanted me to be buried here, in the family plot.