The delivery man stared at the patio set he’d put together as if daydreaming.
Lost in my own contemplations, I murmured, “Perfect.”
“Perfect for what?” he asked.
Embarrassed he’d heard my musings, I replied, “A tea party.”
He snickered. “A tea party, huh? Who you gonna invite?”
“My dad. To celebrate his 90th birthday.”
He nodded. “Yeah? That’s awesome.”
A warm breeze whispered through the leaves.
“When I was a little girl, he’d sit with me at make-believe tea parties and we’d talk and talk. What better way to celebrate than sitting here with him, even if it’s only make-believe.”
This story was prompted by a Facebook post I read yesterday:
Happiness is having your 84 year old Dad call and sing “Happy Birthday” to you.
I count my blessings my dad is still with me, that he calls me every birthday, and if I’m lucky, he’ll strum “Happy birthday” on his banjo, too. Click HERE to hear him play. 🙂
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt. Thanks to Fatima Fakier Deria for your photo that inspired a variety of fantasies before I lighted on this one.
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