Happy Father’s Day to all the dad’s reading. Whether you are the natural father, a step-father, or a surrogate; kudos for making a difference in the life of a child.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. This is a photo I took at a local park. If you are interested in reading more stories inspired by the photo below, you can find them by clicking the little blue frog here
I watched the old man from a distance. He sat on a park bench, feeding bread crumbs to a gaggle of geese. They reciprocated their hospitality with annoying honks and droppings at his feet. His wrinkles and white hair suggested a man older than his physical years. He wore second-hand khakis and a rumpled t-shirt. Neither looked washed.
This is not what I had pictured at all.
I returned to the park daily, blending in with the park lunch crowd. Simply observing. Then I started following him, curious where he went after leaving the park. His routine never varied; a stop at the grocer for a can of tuna and bread. I wondered how he survived on such measly rations. A block later, he entered a run-down building. I found his name on the mailbox. Five flights up and no elevator.
For days I contemplated my next move. It was time to leave or finish what I started. I chose the latter.
When the old man opened the door, I saw recognition from behind his clouded eyes. I saw something else. Fear. Rightfully so.
Pointing the gun at his head, I pulled the trigger.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
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