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Fiction Friday #158
This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
A Coming of Age Tale
Marty lounged in front of the crackling fire in his new folding fabric and aluminum chair; a plate in his lap; his legs crossed before him with his boots propped up on the rocks of the fire ring. Enjoying the warmth in his toes while the rest of his body bathed comfortably in the cool night air, he failed to notice the soles of his brand new boots beginning to melt.
A heavy pair of boots ended their stride immediately to his left. He looked up to see his father smiling down at him holding a large chunk of meat on the end of a barbecue skewer in one hand and a beer in the other. He was wearing an apron that proclaimed loudly I cook for food! His father handed him the beer, then slid the meat onto his plate. “Boy, your first kill – you take the first bite!”
As Marty took the first bite of the delectable cut of meat, the others in the hunting party applauded him; his father patted him on the back with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. He had waited twelve years to take his son on his first hunting trip. Marty flashed a smile as big as his father’s – a spitting image, it was – and looked beyond fire at the girl suspended spread-eagle between the two oak trees.
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oh wow – thanks.. and here I was getting all marshmallow gooy about thinking on the first time I’d slept too close to the fire and melted my boots…
great twist – fantastic flash..
visitors can pop over and see mine here
http://annieevett.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-lawnmowers-bowties-and-blowflies.html
Oh yuck. I totally thought the focus of the story was going to be the boots melting. Great twist.
WTF! I am sorry but that was my first thought! Blew me away. Never expected that. You are even more warped than I am. (that is a compliment)
The opening scene in front of the fire took me back. I remember the first time I sat with my feet too close to the fire and melted the soles of my shoes. I didn’t see the twist coming. Well done.
.-= Walt´s last blog ..Fiction Friday #158 – All Grown Up =-.
Ack! That completely took me off guard! It was really very horrible. Excellent job.
.-= Shelli´s last blog ..Amelie =-.
Wow, I thought this was going to be a touching tale of a father/son relationship. You really got me with the twist if I’m reading it right. Are they cannibals? or is it an animal suspended between the oaks? I know some people like to call animals “she”.
Very engaging.
.-= Laura Rachel Fox´s last blog ..[fiction friday] Coming of Age: 18 =-.
Disturbingly egdy.