Friday Fictioneers: Like Mother Like Son

Rick strolled into the meeting like he belonged there. He’d never been to one in this part of town but already he liked what he saw. The aroma from expensive coffee just smells better, he mused.

He didn’t really belong at the “Y”, he told himself. Those people were losers. He would never allow his addictions to let him fall that far. He was certain of that. Sure he’d lost his family and a couple of jobs, but he never became homeless. He was always welcomed at his mother’s house. He stirred his coffee, looked over at her and smiled.

This week’s photo: © Priorhouse

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48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Like Mother Like Son

  1. I didn’t make the connection that he was smiling at his mother, but at a young woman who had caught his eye. That made me want to tell the girl to RUN! If it was his mother, though, she is indeed his enabler. Not much hope there.


  2. I am sorry I read the comments.
    I prefer how I read it, that it is not his mother he smiles at. He is still a player, still looking for a mark, that is why he is at an upmarket meeting, uninvited.


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