Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about a young man visiting with an older man, begins after the photo.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
James winced a bit as he rubbed his left knee. It was getting worse every day. He looked over at flowering cherry tree to his right. It wouldn’t be long, he imagined, before he finally found rest in the graveyard beneath its blossom-laden boughs. He smiled wanly. He almost looked forward to a release from the constant aches and pains. For the time being, he still enjoyed the visits.
Across the checkerboard from him, his young opponent fidgeted impatiently. “You going to move anytime soon?” groaned young Ulysses. The 26-year old knew nothing of the pain of growing older.
“There,” said James, moving a piece with an arthritic hand.
Ulysses rolled his eyes and glanced across the street at the Pool Room. “Couldn’t we just play a game of snooker?”
James glared. “You know why.”
Ulysses made a move. “I love these visits. You know I do, but sometimes I’d just like to have a few pints with the boys and chase some skirts.”
James jumped several poorly positioned checkers, finishing the game. “I know how you feel. I used to be young too, you know.”
“Do you?” said Ulysses, watching a pretty girl cross the street.
“Yes, I do.” James packed the checker set away. “Well, thank you. It was good to see you.”
“Same here,” said Ulysses. He stood up and walked into the graveyard, disappearing as he went.
“See you next week, Grandpa,” said James, and he set off for home.
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents an original photo as a writing prompt for flash fiction. Anyone can join, so why don’t you join us?
Here’s this week’s writing prompt: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/sunday-photo-fiction-april-6th-2014/