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Wild Mess – Friday Fictioneers

Some movie once said, somewhere between those unfortunate ages of 12 and 15, I should have a “coming of age” moment. Something forever cemented in time as the moment I knew; the moment I became … something more. I balked and bought a book then grimaced when it preached the same line around page 53.

Who ever said I really had to grow up anyway?

Even a million miles away I can see mom purse her lips over my messy shelves. Her sigh is evidence enough though she smiles through the words.

“I just wish you would clean up your mess and come home.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Thank you, thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count: 100


Letters from inside my head

29 thoughts on “Wild Mess – Friday Fictioneers

  1. It’s alarming how the habits that our parents taught us are so intractable. There are so many things I do that I picked up from them – and would rather not have done. And some of them, I fear, I’ve passed on to my children. I dare say my grandchildren will also acquire them…Your story highlights this nicely.

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  2. This is the classic moment of stepping over the threshold into adulthood, wrapped so nicely in our modern self-consciousness. The alternative to becoming an adult–besides death, that is–is worth pondering. A nation or world of children, reproducing…

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