PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
To Harold, the art installation to which his college coed daughter had dragged him looked for all the world like an alien invasion in progress. Long mesh funnels reached knuckle by knuckle down from a honeycombed membrane. He felt ill at ease, vaguely threatened.
“Well? Whadayathink?” asked Beth, gesturing broadly at the exhibit, his own little Vanna White.
“I think,” said Harold, “that it evokes… ethereal bamboo.”
“Ethereal bamboo…” Beth echoed. Then, “I love you, Dad.”
Harold beamed, giving silent thanks for one lesson he’d learned early in his relationship with her mother: respect what she adores.
cute & sweet story. made me smile.
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Very wise Harold! Delightful.
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Dear Daniel,
Sweet story with an important message. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle!
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“Respect what she adores”. Love that. Haha, great story.
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Harold sounds like a great father to have. Nice one.
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You told that story fluently and warm-heartedly, bringing us neatly to the ‘moral’. I liked the way you used the moral as a title, too. And of course it’s very sound advice!
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oh i loved the first part
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