Copyright -Claire Fuller
Side by side they worked
Under the warm West Virginian sky
A father and his son,
Building a model biplane:
They felt like the brothers Wright.
Pipe dreams
Filled the workshop,
Thoughts of their fine future
Flying together through life’s sky
For all eternity.
The boy grew into a man.
He differed from his dad.
Their harmony moved into conflict,
They never stopped reflected nor wondered.
They didn’t look back once.
Time passed as time always does,
What was done was done.
Those men no longer talked,
Each walked his separate pathway.
Only the ghosts of pipe dreams still remained.
Word count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers: January 31, 2014
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Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
Very well written Georgia, there have been a lot of sad stories about this photo. You have told yours so well. Enjoyed it very much.
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I was just reading the FF, and you’re quite right, wonder why so many somber stories?
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Old photo bad old days. Though story 5 is ok…..
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Yes it was…liked Mom’s strong character 😉
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wonderfully poignant. i enjoyed your father and son take on the photo. 🙂
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Thank you Kz…I’m happy you liked it!
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This story was well written. Not all created or real stories have happy endings. That’s reality whether we like it or not.
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I must agree…for some reason the photo suggested a father and son working together…far in the past…there were qualities of the photo that suggested unfocused images of things…which I turned into ghosts…and often, unfortunately, children and parents become estranged…and should try and remember good moments, but either can’t or don’t.
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Beautifully written.
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As was yours 🙂 Thanks!
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Thank you!
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🙂
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fab 🙂
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thanks!
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It’s sad when family members move apart.
janet
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Ah that it is…seems that the 20th century was the age where this became a norm rather than something that happened sometimes…
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Dear Georgia,
This story made my heart ache. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah Rochelle,
Sorry for the heart-ache. Glad you liked the story though. Ciao….Georgia.
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Oh that was so sad!Liked the way you told the tale Georgia:-)
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It wasn’t going to be a sad story…don’t know why it changed direction… Glad you liked the telling though.
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Ah,as most of us know these stories and the characters have a mind of their own and sometimes we writers are just puppets in their hands but what is important is that it had an appeal -yes,I did like it G:-)
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Thanks very much and yes, I think that often happens a very good point you’ve made here!
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🙂
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Really sad, and too true a tale for some. Hope your life is better.
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Thanks! My life is better rarely have I lost track of my sons and have no daughters to lose track of…but I am a mother 😉
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How terribly sad.
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And happens too often.
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Beautifully written, and so relatable to real life.
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Good Job and Well done!
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Thanks.
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