The campfire crackled as my terminally ill father shared family stories with my teenage son. The Milky Way above us witnessed the transfer of traditions. My chest puffed up with pride at my son’s rapt attention, until the final story.
That’s when I found out I’m not my father’s son.
Jenise Cook lives with her husband in the north-central highlands of Arizona where it snows. Jenise enjoys visitors to @jenisecook on Twitter and JeniseCook.com, where you can find a list of her published works.
Whoa — what a twist with the final line.
Thank you, Helen! I’m glad you enjoyed the twisty ending! 😊
SPROINGGGGG!!!
Haha, Ron, great description, LOL!
I’m happy you enjoy this tiny tale. Thanks for reading and commenting!
Happened to me, too. Life-changing.
Sherri, wow.
Kind thoughts your way, and thank you so much for leaving a comment.
Love the sting in the tale
Hey, Chris ~ Thanks for reading and leaving a comment!
For this story, the final line came first after finding the image prompt. Then, it all evolved on its own.
Wow, that’s powerful! Wonderful writing, Jenise!
Thank you for your kind words, Lisa!
I appreciate that you took the time to read my tiny tale and leave a comment. The twist came first, then the story built itself up to the “zinger” at the end.
Oh, wow! That ending is totally unexpected. Loved it!
G. R., thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed the unexpected ending! 😏
Excellent “turn of event” presentation.
Hi, Sharon: Thank you for reading and leaving a comment! Yes, quite the turn of events here. Glad you enjoyed this tiny tale!