Seeing the light – #flashfiction

This picture is rather dazzling. I almost succumbed to another geometrical tale, but thought of something else instead.

from-roger

(c) Roger Bultot

“I’ve seen the light. I’m going to be a cab driver.”

Billy had joined the army and left when he discovered how heavy the backpacks were. From there he’d become a pavement artist and lamented how the rain washed away his pictures. Then he joined his best mate selling second-rate vacuum cleaners door-to-door, but he hated tricking old ladies out of their savings. The last light he’d seen had led him to be the dopiest night cashier at the convenience store.

She smiled at him. Her son hadn’t seen just one light: there would be many more, too. As long as he kept pursuing them, did it matter?

 

 

(A little over a 100 words; couldn’t find anything else to hyphenate)

Friday Fictioneer’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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19 comments

  1. No, it doesn’t matter at all

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    1. No, it shouldn’t. Thank you for commenting.

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  2. Wonderful 🙂

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    1. Thank you 🙂

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  3. I think the mother is a bit patient…

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    1. More patient than me!

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  4. He will settle one day – at least he tries!

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    1. Some people are just like that, always moving on, but yes, he’s trying.

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  5. I’m sure he will get there in the end, keep trying! Nice writing.

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    1. Never give up – a lot like writing!

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  6. I say, as the Most High once declared, blessed be His name,”Let there be light.”
    The love and hope of a mother goes on forever.
    Randy

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    1. Mother’s are very resilient and patient.

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  7. She is very tolerant! But, he will find his niche one day. 🙂

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  8. Even if he goes on like that all his life, he’s a good bloke, not wanting to trick old ladies. The ones who do trick people get rich, but I don’t think he’d want to be one of them. And he has his mum’s support, that’s heart warming.

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  9. michael1148humphris · · Reply

    Being a cab driver might just find him the job of his dreams. ‘Chat show host’ 🙂

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  10. As long as he keeps seeing lights he’ll be OK. A dreamer maybe but as long as he’s happy.

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  11. Dear Rae,

    I find it intriguing that he was able to just leave the army. At least his mother believes in him and perhaps he’ll be a good cab driver. No heavy backpacks and no one he has to cheat.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  12. Sounds like a reader’s digest article. Very nice!

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  13. Those kinda lights can be tricky, indeed 🙂

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