The Road Not Taken
Words 99
“A cellist? What the hell is that?”
“A musician.”
“Will you be able to support us?”
“Perhaps…”
“Perhaps! And what will we do in the meanwhile? Bills won’t wait you know.”
“Music is my life Father. But I will work part-time…”
“I spent every penny on your education hoping that you would fulfill our dreams of a stable secure future; I would finally hold my head up in society. But you want to throw away your life, our sacrifice on a whim? Over my dead body.”
On his way out, Riteish emptied his stuffed wallet into the cellist’s case.
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Written for Friday Fictioneer’s – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Bjorn Rudberg for the photo prompt. To read or write stories add your link here.
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