When All is Done; Nothing Left to Fight






PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Leandro had painted his last. He awaited his graduation like all the others; school, college, and marriages; his ultimate release. He lifted a buttock and farted. The adults gasped, the children giggled. “Father!” screamed Millie, the ruddiness of her embarrassment matching his amusement. He beamed, “It’s about as rebellious as this old body will allow me nowadays.”

“These people are here for you father, show some respect.

“They’re not coming with me, so take offence who wants.”

As though to a dear friend who understood, Leandro smiled at a clock ticking its unsympathetic toll, folded his arms and closed his eyes.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.