Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 1 of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week 6.
Today I’m featuring contributions from Karen Ingalls and D.L. Finn as well as my own contribution. Part 2 entries 4-5 will be posted here tomorrow.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.
#1. Contributed by Karen Ingalls.
FATHER AND SON
I HOLD YOU WITH LOVE
MY HEART REJOICES
YOU ARE A MIRACLE
WE SLEEP TOGETHER
IN A SILENT RHYTHM OF BREATHES
YOU ARE A BLESSING
GOD’S LOVE EMBRACES US
ALWAYS WITH US
YOU ARE A GIFT
YOUR SWEET SPIRIT
CALMS MY BEATING HEART
YOU ARE SPECIAL
THIS TREASURED MOMENT
IS ONE OF MANY TO COME
YOU ARE MY SON
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#2 A Haiku Contributed by D.L.Finn
Chests rising in rhythm
A sleepy moment captured
D.L. Finn can be found here …
#3 My own Contribution;
“I did it, Dad!”
Michael D’Angelo looked up from his laptop as his assistant knocked on the door.
“Oh, no, sir. At least I don’t think so.” He handed across a large envelope, “This just came for you.”
Michael looked at the envelope for a brief moment. “Thanks, Danny. It’s from my father.” He flicked a glance at his watch, “What time are we leaving?”
“We need you to be ready to go in just over an hour.”
“Okay, can do. Uh, Danny, I’m taking a moment. Can you see I’m not disturbed?”
The man nodded and left the office.
Mike looked at the handwriting again. He’d be seeing his father in just a few short hours, so why this? A photograph slid out onto the desk as he opened the envelope. Mike picked it up. “What the? How have I never seen this one?” There was a letter waiting, and Mike’s hands shook a little as he opened it.
Now I know this is gonna seem strange, and maybe it is, but I needed to say some stuff now and it’s too important to risk me freezing up when I try to say it out loud later. So, I’m writing them down as they come to me.
I took that photograph of you sleeping with my newborn grandson. I kept this picture framed on my desk down at the precinct. It was such a huge milestone in your life. I was privileged to be around to see it happen. I recognized the moment and I cherished it. But did I ever tell you that? I should have.
I was there when you took your own first steps, you tottered towards my outstretched arms and giggled with delight when you made it! You had a smile that your mother swore could melt ice cubes, and then there was the other smile that you shared only with me. I always called it your ‘I did it, Dad’ grin.
It surfaced often in those early years as you added other firsts to your journey. Do you remember the day I got called down to the school because you’d been in a fight? Man, your left eye had some black and blue shiner in the making. The principal sat me down and laid out the facts. “Michael was witnessed to strike James McGuire. We have strict rules about violence here. Now, if Michael will apologize to James and the McGuire family, we’ll avoid suspending him.”
I looked at you and recognized something in the set of your jaw as you spoke up, “I’m sorry, sir. I’m afraid I can’t do that. Not unless McGuire apologizes to the little kid from the special needs class that he had shoved up against the lockers. He’s only nine-years-old, sir! If McGuire does that, I’ll apologize.”
You got suspended for two weeks. I took you out for burger and fries and tried to look stern while we celebrated. You gave me that smile. But did I say the words ‘I’m proud of you for standing up for what you believe in?’ I should have.
That kinda brings us over the mountains and the milestones that time hands us, to today. I love you my son and I’m proud of you. I’ll say that to you a little later.
Mike shook his head and took a deep breath. Then he composed himself and dressed ready for the afternoon ahead.
Frank D’Angelo stood alongside his eighteen-year-old grandson. They held onto each other’s hands tightly as Michael Thomas D’Angelo was sworn in by The Chief Justice as the new Attorney General of the United States of America.
Frank cried as his boy flashed him his ‘I did it, dad.’ Smile.
He applauded with the others.
Mike hugged his son and his mother then turned to his dad, “Can you say it now, dad?”
“I’m so very proud of you, my son.”
Mike pulled him into a man hug. “It goes both ways, dad. So, let me get this formal stuff out of the way. Then you want burgers and fries?”
His father laughed, “You buying?”
“You know it. Let’s go celebrate our way.”
Thanks so much for stopping by. I’ll take this opportunity to wish all my American friends a safe and Memorable 4th of July 2020.
Don’t forget to drop by tomorrow for Part 2 of the entries.
The Challenge Photo-Prompt for Week #7 will be posted on Friday, July 3rd.
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