A feat of endurance #carrotranch #flashfiction

Charli Mill’s prompt this week is

September 14, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an amazing feat. What is the accomplishment and why is it amazing? Think small or go over-the-top large. Is it realistic or fantastically exaggerated? Go where the prompt leads.

Brought up in the 1960s, my family comprised a traditional, though not restrictive household. For instance the Archaeologist, being older than me, had a slightly later bedtime. As with a lot of petty rules that discriminated on grounds of age, it pissed  annoyed me slightly to the core of my being. So it was a big deal when mum agreed to allow both him and me to get up at the cold wee hours of July 21st 1969 to watch as  Eagle, the lunar module landed on the moon. My gran, then in her 70s sat on the sofa watching the grainy black and white pictures with us, taking it all in.

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Gran with the Archaeologist

It was mum who pointed out that gran remembered when it was announced the Wright Brothers had flown. Her life had encompassed man flying for the first time through to putting a man on the moon. Somehow, thinking about that brought home, more than anything else how far we as a species had come. A truly amazing feat, that one small step for man. Cheesy quote, though.

As for this week, the funeral of Paul’s old school contemporary is having wider ramifications.

From death, rebirth

Paul studied the hairy knuckles. He looked at the lined face: unmistakably Leon Patrick. How many years? 20? He felt the strong grip. ‘You good?’

Memories flooded back; that hand pulling him down, those knuckles swelling his lip. He nodded.

‘Probably too late to say sorry, Paul, but anyway. Sorry.’

Paul looked up. Genuine concern looked back. Anxious too.

‘Funny, you know, remembering what I did. That got me into anger management.’ Leon began to turn. ‘I’d better go.’

Paul stopped him. ‘Drink?’

An hour later they still talked. Amazing, they said, how Jerry’s death had brought some closure.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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9 Responses to A feat of endurance #carrotranch #flashfiction

  1. My grand old aunt was like your gran – she reminisced of how at age 14 she had to take the milk urn to the bottom of the street to get it filled from the draught-horse driven milk cart at 5 am and later was amazed when milk appeared on the doorstep in bottles saving her going out in ‘all weathers’. “……and now,” she said “the weather has never been the same since they put that man on the moon!”

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  2. Charli Mills says:

    Paul’s reflection is one we discover if only we take that chance. It is a feat of humankind to gain closure. And wow, what your Gran witnessed in a lifetime!

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  3. jeanne229 says:

    Quietly powerful this one. Time. Late redemption. Forgiveness. What a feat. And like the others loved the story of your gran. I often ponder the changes that generation encompassed.

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  5. Norah says:

    Wonderful message in your flash. Leon was strong to apologise, Paul to offer forgiveness. How many years had the grit bothered them. It was obviously not forgotten. Hopefully a new friendship is forged.
    Your Gran’s generation saw a lot of progress, and unfortunately two world wars. Subsequent generations have also seen a lot, but sometimes we don’t stop to recognise it as everything is just moving too fast, it all becomes a blur/

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  6. Sacha Black says:

    I thought it was faked….. hahahaha couldn’t resist saying that :p

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