Glenn sighed as Jason fired another hole-in-one into the frisbee golf basket.
“You’re too good at this game,” said Glenn.
“I’ve never been off the farm all my life,” said Jason. “Got lots of time to get good at it.”
“Sure that’s it? Maybe you get it from your Poppa.”
“Mom says I look a lot like him. She still misses him.”
“Even though he ran off?”
“She says he didn’t run. He had to go. Folks wouldn’t understand.”
Glenn shrugged, “Maybe here’s another reason you’re so good with frisbee discs.”
“Maybe that third eye in your forehead.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/04/18/20-april-2018/
If anything has inspired my writing the top of the list must be the Twilight Zone. Undoubtedly this story was inspired by the Twilight Zone Episode: “Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up?”