The Day That Albert Singh Died And Lived To Vote #microcosms #flashfiction

Albert Singh held the yellowing picture in his shaky hands: his great grandpa in his whitest turban, about to board the Collette. He laid the image down, shaking his head and picked up the next: his grandmother Moira, from north-east England and her little boy, Stanley. Stanley had been a cabbie in New Jersey before he’d moved to Queens, his pale skin allowing him to get a job as Stan Singer. Albert smiled. How his dad laughed as he remembered the caller thought him Jewish, letting him go on winter evenings to be home before the Sabbath began. These days Albert was proud to be a Singh, proud how his old man had taken part in protests back in the day. Given a lift to one of King’s men the day after the Dream speech. ‘That guy,’ Stanley’d said, ‘was a bigot, boy. Told him I had Hindu folks and he told me we were the worst Uncle Tom’s. Changed me, he did.’

Not much, thought Albert. Still opened his door to waifs and strays, like Rico from Costa Rica – an illegal, real trouble but a good kid at heart, said Stan. His mother Joyce had fed them, gone to the cops and talked them out of jail. Made a home for them all.

And here was Albert, the scion of Singh Electronics. Fabulous house, two kids in college and one at MIT and yet… He fidgeted and looked at the piece of paper sitting in the middle of his desk: details of where he had to go to vote. He knew it well enough but this was going to be as hard a trip as he’d made. The Singhs had voted Democrat, always but this time Albert was a Trump man. It was the price of stability, of success.

This week’s microcosms prompts are (character) Refugee, (setting) civil right’s movement, (genre) memoir

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. 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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8 Responses to The Day That Albert Singh Died And Lived To Vote #microcosms #flashfiction

  1. Ritu says:

    Interesting take…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Rowena says:

    ooh! Voting Trump. He’s definitely changed his stripes and forgotten where he’s come from. Happens to the best of us, sadly.
    Well done, Geoff and too credible for my liking.
    Best wishes,
    Ro

    Like

  3. Charli Mills says:

    The price the next generation pays for the stability their immigrant parents sought. So much to chew on in your flash.

    Liked by 1 person

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