Another entry in the fine tradition of Friday Fictioneers! I had to puzzle over this week’s prompt for a while before finding an opening for another hundred-word story…as usual, please let me know what you think of it!
(And another thank-you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing the weekly prompts and keeping this herd of cats pretty well organized!)
Another meal, another lecture. Zach kicked at the leg of his chair. “Family tradition…musical gift…your great-grandfather…” He scooped up a forkful of mac’n’cheese and frowned at it. “And it wouldn’t even cost anything for your instrument, since Gramps left you his cello.”
Zach sat up straight. “Fine! Turn me into Gramps! Why didn’t you give me his name too – Donnaaaalld?”
“You don’t deserve it! The way he had to struggle – his family thought being a musician was childish! He had to fight them every inch of the way!”
Zach smiled to himself. Maybe he would copy Gramps after all.
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And to change the subject a bit – it was great getting together in person yesterday with two other Fictioneers, Janet from Sustainabilitea and Rich!