Walking into the canal-side post office, he anxiously snatched a postcard from the display. Almost frantic, he wrote these words…
‘Dad, you were right. Love, Son.’
He dropped it into the out-slot, and turned.
The door opened. Two tall men in a business suits entered, their hands in their pockets.
‘Come with us, please.’
Authors note: Some of you know I am a collector of postcards. I especially enjoy finding old ones in antique stores that people have sent. Sometimes, the messages are so simple. Sometimes, heart-rending. Either way, this week the picture reminded me of a post card and so I sat and thought about it a while and decided to approach it from that perspective. Last week was Father’s day as well, so what could be more fitting than a postcard sent home to a father from his son. Ah, but there has to be a twist, now doesn’t there… hehe! Hope you enjoyed this little open-ending. Enjoy! Shalom to all!
This work of fiction is written for Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields. Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Fatima Fakier Deria for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.