Times Change but the Song Remains the Same

Fifty-word story [43]

Jun 26, 2023

child and parent hands photography — Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash

Melissa remembers when her father tucked her in at night. He read books, told stories, and even sang. “Blackbird” by the Beatles comes to mind. His voice was deep, smoky.

Now it’s her turn. She tucks him in, kisses his bald, wrinkled head, and hums the same tune.

He smiles.

Thanks so much for reading this tiny tale today. I hope you enjoyed it. I wrote this particular story in response to a Fifties by the Fire prompt in early February.

By the way, thanks to all who showed up to read and write some “fifties” this past weekend. There were some incredible stories and poems shared. If you have a minute, check out the latest Fifties by the Fire creations.

My plan is to get back to posting new, original fiction next Monday. I have several stories in progress, including a work of speculative fiction about a fire tower, and another story about an elderly man who witnesses a horrific event.

Lastly, if you are a music lover, you may also enjoy:

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Thanks so much for being here at Along the Hudson.

See you downriver,

Justin