Fiction · Short Stories

The Other Dream…

As the pile of freshly felled tree trunks grew, so did Theo’s stress grow. The cycle just never seemed to stop. He truly didn’t mind the work, not in the least, but it also didn’t hold much of his interest.

Though he found the art of turning the logs into different purposes satisfying, at the same time, he felt a deep dissatisfaction with his life. After high-school graduation, he had wanted to proceed to college and pursue his dreams of becoming a Civil Engineer, but that thought had simply upset his dad.

His great-grandpa down to his dad were woodcutters and he was expected to be satisfied carrying on with the family business of logging. It’s been three years since graduation, he wanted to bring up the conversation of going back to college again, but the time never seemed right – there were bank loans to repay and dad’s health had taken a poor turn.

With each passing day, the displeasure simply weighed him down. He knew that he was called to be more than a lumberjack which was what life currently offered him.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you, Loretta, for the photo and Priceless Joy for this enchanting platform


Short Stories

Timothy’s Plan…

Little Tim’s tears flowed unbidden as he trudged home from school. Other parents came but his own had failed to come and watch his performance as promised.

Momma has been drinking more often than usual, crying so much and grown forgetful. Dad seemed not to care anymore, he was hardly at home and when he came home it would always end in a shouting match with mom and broken crockery.

He hated it all. The shouting, fighting, silence… that he always hid in his room to avoid getting in their way. He felt afraid that his family would break up.

Tim didn’t want to become his classmate, poor Mary, whose parents got divorced and she caught a bad disease called Leukemia.

He knew what to do once he got home. He would talk to mom and if they continued fighting he would simply take all his money in his piggy bank and run away.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Thank you, Jessica, for this week’s photo and my lady P.J. for hosting us.