Daddy Dearest

Frannie and Lance were best friends.  They had been inseparable since second grade.  As they began to plan for classes for their senior year of high school they got together at the local Starbucks with all their paperwork to fill out.  “What are you taking for a PE class?” Frannie asked.

“I am taking the easy way out, bowling.”

“I can’t believe that is an option.  I’m thinking about modern dance.”

“You are always bopping to some kind of music, I think that is a great idea for you.”

“I just have to come up with a way to ask Mom about the fee, that won’t be easy.”

“Your mom is golden, she will get it for you.”

“I know that but it probably means more overtime for her and I hate when she has to work so much.”

“Do you want me to get you the money so you don’t have to ask her?”

“No, Lance you know I can’t take money from you.  Do you remember what happened when Mom found out about it before?  I was grounded for a week because she said we don’t take handouts.”

“I still don’t understand why helping you is so bad,”

“My Mom is a very proud person and she works damn hard to keep food on our table.  Ever since Dad left she has been so determine to make it on her own.  God knows that man wants nothing to do with us now, so she didn’t have much of a choice left.  She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle, so she is doing all she can to stay away from handouts.”

“Your Dad sounds like such a prick!”

“Yeah, he is.”

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – lance https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/03/fowc-with-fandango-lance/

Day 66 – 100 Days of Happiness

Today once again I turn to writing to bring me happiness, but today is a little different.  A friend of mine from back in our high school days has a birthday coming up and I am writing a time travel letter to take her back to the 1980’s.  Some of the silly things we did as teenagers – hanging out at the video arcade, thinking we were hot stuff when we would go to the college campus stores to flirt with the college guys, the notes we wrote in school, the lunch runs in senior year to the store blocks away to buy and eat junk food…   There was so much we did then that you would be in trouble or serious danger if you did these days, but we had a ball and lived through it all.  It has been fun pulling out all the old memories for her letter… I hope it gives her as big of a smile as writing it has given me.  Do you ever walk down memory lane back to the things you did as a kid and wonder how you made it out alive?  Have fun with some old memories today!  (((HUGS)))