Quitting time at the Tasty Burger came none too soon for Harry. It had been a long day and he was ready for home.
“Heading out Frank… need anything?”
The manager of the small burger joint marveled at his star employee. Top student and star pitcher, on top of a full-time job. How did he do it all?
“Hold on a sec and I’ll drive you home”
Harry replied with his often-repeated response.
“Got a ride, but thanks.” With that, Harry quickly walked out the door.
Harry was good liar. He came by it honestly; his dad had been a good liar too. Like when he said he was going to work every morning, but instead went to the local bar. And how the old run-down house would someday be worth something.
“People hear what they want to hear,” his dad told him during a moment of sobriety.
“Never let anyone know you are on the down and out” was another of his quotable quotes.
Words were all Harry’s dad left him after running off a year ago, looking for a clean start without the constraints of a wife and son.
Words, and that shabby house Harry called home.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a short, 200-word story inspired by a photograph. Many thanks go to Mike Vore for supplying this week’s photo.