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“See that sign on the pole up there?”
“Yes?”
“It’s set in Arial font”
“How do you know?”
“Because it is,” a pause “, floating in the air.”
“Daad! That’s not that funny. Mom he is doing it again. And why do you laugh like that?”
“Maybe because I inherited my father’s laughter,” I say, “and
one day it will be yours.”
You wake up one day and find yourself transformed into your
father. Doling out advice that you had once
ignored. Becoming a watchful presence
from behind that window.
We walk again together, hand in hand, bad puns forgiven.
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Work and travel makes this a very late submission. Had a partially written one which I scrapped for this one as it was father's day yesterday. In memory of a great father, whose strength as a father I only realised after becoming a father myself.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
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Work and travel makes this a very late submission. Had a partially written one which I scrapped for this one as it was father's day yesterday. In memory of a great father, whose strength as a father I only realised after becoming a father myself.
Update: My blog has been accepted in the creative writing category in BlogAdda. I must have missed the notification :-) But there is still time to vote till 13th September if you wish to do so.
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI inherited my father's love of the pun. For that matter, so did my brother. And the cycle continues. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Pun my words that is a great thing Rochelle. Being born in a family of pundits helped my case. Thanks for your comments I am glad you liked it.
DeleteLovely story, Subroto. I miss my dad. These stories remind me of him. He was always telling funny stories of his experiences in childhood and later. I guess I inherited his laugh. Well written. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteAnd now are carrying on the tradition of telling stories. Thanks for your comments Suzanne I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThat is a lovely father son vision. I can just see the child finding his father's humour not in the least funny and yet as you show we are destined to become our parents as we get older - even with bad puns. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Irene. Pundits do say that there is no such thing as a bad pun, unlike an egg which can have a bad yolk.
DeleteOh, wow! What a subtle bend in the trajectory that showcases an entire life!
ReplyDeleteThanks for those wonderful comments Umashankar.
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