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While It Lasts – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my Peeps!  Et oui, it is Friday Fictioneers time.  My favourite part of the week where we all gather to tell each other 100-word stories based on a photograph sent to us via our Hostess with the Mostest, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week, she has chosen a picture from Roger Bultot.  Love this photo, Roger.  Thank you!  There should be many a variation to be found if you click on the blue frog…  Should you want to participate, please click here for the rules and regs.  Truly simple rules, I promise.  What is hard is whittling down our original thoughts to 100 words.  It is a challenge that teaches us that less is more.  G’head!  Try it!

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Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  Toujours 100

While It Lasts

“Scuse-me.  May I please have a hot dog with ketchup and an Orange Crush for me, and a coffee for my Daddy?”

“What? Who said that?”

“Meeee! I did!”

“Who’s there?”

“Meeeee!  Down here, Mr. Bob!”

“Would you look at that… How are you Miss Sunshine?  Didn’t see you down there.  How ’bout you hop up on the stool so I can see your pretty face?”

As the father picked up his daughter, the men smiled at each other over her head.  They both enjoyed this weekly ritual, knowing one day, too soon, they could not play this little game.

112 thoughts on “While It Lasts – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Oh, this is so lovely Dale, and that last line tugs at me. My son is 13 – 13! – and a chemistry set of hormones. He was such a little sweetheart when he was tiny, I can hardly believe he’s so big – and so grumpy!

    • Oh dear Lynn. Mine are 17.5 (and sooo miserable right now) and 19 (starting to be human again).
      I miss those sweet boys who used to hug me just because they love me…

      • Ah, I know that feeling. I read a short story a while back about a mother who mourned the little girl her daughter used to be, sweet, happy, bouncing through childhood. The way it was described it was as if that child had died, to be replaced by someone utterly different. It’s a bleak interpretation of growing up, but apt in some ways. I guess it happens all through our lives, our old selves disappearing, a new self coming to the fore, forever being remade

  2. Wow! you just took me back to my childhood days, my parents took me to the old Kresge store in Toronto..they had the exact same stools and glass covered cakes to choose from..ah those were the days! Thanks for the good memory 🙂

  3. A beautiful scene of childhood, invokes good memories of my own Daddy who used to sit me up on the bar at the tavern and let me have sips of his drinks.

  4. I’m glad they see it coming. I remember walking to the garden with my daughter . She was 3 and her golden hair bounced in the sunshine. Seems like only yesterday. This July she’ll be 36. That doesn’t seem possible.

    • And mine used to give me hugs and tell me they loved me… was a minute ago… I’m sure of it. Can’t seriously be these two big stinky-feet young men…

  5. I’m afraid I was with Neil here on this one because of the phrase “one day, too soon” made it seem like something was going to happen. However, in the past few weeks there’s been almost a constant reflection of where time has gone, so I can certainly view that aspect as well. 🙂
    Good story. (my comment was almost 100 words.)

  6. Such a cute story 🙂 I’m glad that they saw her there and all was happy for her. Once, when my son was little, I sent him into a shop to buy something on his own. He was so excited at being allowed to do something so grown-up. But as I watched through the window, I saw one person after another barge in front of him or lean over him to pay for their purchases, while the woman at the till totally ignored him. In the end, I opened the door and said very loudly to the woman, “Six people have barged in front of my son, who is waiting patiently and politely to pay for his cookie. What kind of example is that from adults?” The shop fell silent and there were a lot of startled and ashamed faces (a few glares, too!). My son was as pleased as punch at me telling them what-for.

    • So am I. I would have hated foe her to be treated like your son did. Kudos to you for taking care of the situation in the manner you did. What son would not be pleased with a mum who has his back!💖

  7. What a fun story. When my son was little he would order for himself “One egg and two toasts, please” at our favorite breakfast place. He just graduated from college last week. My how time flies.

  8. Cute story, Dale. They do grow fast. My daughter used to sit on the little shelf under the writing table in the bank The teller said, “She’s our only little customer who does that.” We remember all those cute things when they grow up. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne

  9. I can’t remember the last time I had Orange Crush. I imagine it’s sweeter than I remember. Meanwhile, the first thing I thought of in the pic was one of the three women asking (the guy), “Well, which one of us are you going to choose?” …. Guess I would need a story with that ending. 😉 … Hi Dale!

  10. My little one always wants to sit at the highest table — I have to lift her up just to get on the chair. I’m constantly reminded to enjoy it while it lasts.
    Oh… and are you from Montreal? J’adore Montreal. But you have to mind your Ps and Bs otherwise you might end up with a fish instead of a drink. Or a fish in your drink. Il’ya un poisson dans ma boisson!

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