When All Else Fails, Call Dad

 

Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

Here we are again and this week we’re gathered near a river to watch a seaplane take off. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Ted Strutz. Thanks, Ted. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling frog. Next, follow the given directions.

2 August 2019

Genre: Human Interest Fiction

Word Count: 99 Words

When All Else Fails, Call Dad by P.S. Joshi

Frank sat on the bed, crying. He felt rotten.

He’d trusted Hank with his money, and now it was gone. The guy said his friend was hiring seaplane pilots and there was training. The fee was $200 to get into the program.

Here he was in Alaska, broke, hungry, and the rent was due, He’d had such high hopes of becoming independent.

There was just enough credit on his iPhone to call his parents and ask for money.

The call connected, and his dad answered.

“Hi son, what do you need, money to come home? Don’t worry. I’ll wire some.”

 

 

 

 

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62 thoughts on “When All Else Fails, Call Dad

    • Thanks, Dale. I’m glad you liked the story. I also like to think most parents are supportive. Sadly some aren’t. Mine were. and my husband and I were. My mother could never understand why some weren’t. She thought it was terrible. —- Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Susan. Yes, he was both kind and generous. I have a feeling Frank will try to repay that kindness. I know from experience how great it is to hear a parent say, “Do you want to come home?” 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Michael. I’m glad you liked the story. You do have a memory to treasure. My dad let me live at home when I was in college and never asked for a penny. He even helped a bit with college fees one year even though he was retired. I dearly loved him. When I first started working before college, he helped me get my first job. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  1. That is a “Top Dad”. I had a foster dad like that. Drove all the way to Indianapolis one night just to rescue me from a drunk and abusive boyfriend. Drove all night, put me to bed on his couch, then put on his uniform to go to work… I still fail to comprehend, but love him all the more for it.

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    • Thanks, Andrea. I’m glad you liked the story. This is the young man’s first attempt to be independent and I hope he’s learned from it. Let’s hope it doesn’t become a habit. It sounds like he was scared enough to have learned a lesson. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Anurag. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. Your dad really sounds like a great person. My parents didn’t have a lot of money but by the time I was born, they were comfortable. My parents were older and had been through the Depression so had learned to be careful with money. Dad did what he could and was protective of me. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Sandra. I’m glad you like the story even though the ending wasn’t what you expected. If it was at the beginning of a longer story I would have had to make my lead character suffer more, but I thought I’d give this flash piece a happy ending. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Danny. I’m glad you liked the story. Yes, I think he’s scared enough to go straight home. I know I would in the same circumstances. Of course, I would have been too cautious to get into that kind of trouble. At least I like to think I would have been. 🙂 — Suzanne

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