Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
I will never forget the day the fire consumed everything. Dad’s business, his life’s work, reduced to ashes. Dad, in typical Dad fashion, found hope. He saw charred foundations that refused to succumb. Sentinels of fortitude.
Dad smiled, “It could have been worse,” he said, and I wondered what he thought might be worse than what lay before us.
“You are young, there is much you haven’t seen. No lives were lost, only things. It’s a minor setback, a test to determine our character, to measure our resolve.”
Today, I mourn my father. His words echoing in my broken heart.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer