This fifty-word story (ZapFic50) was written using @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt
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The key to my father's shed feels much smaller than I remember.
The lock - rust-red but well-oiled - clicks.
The door swings open.
Tools neatly ranged, boxes of nails and screws clearly labeled.
A note, scrawled in his familiar hand.
"All yours now, son. Please, don't make a mess."
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Nice words again 😍
A shared dream of (some) fathers and sons. Beautifully done.
Thank you! :)
Is this story true? It's a great story either way.
I've been leaving notes in places for my children to find and read after I am gone.
Not true as far as I know! :) Thank you! Good idea! :)