Sold

Posted: November 5, 2014 in Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Jean L. Hays

Jimmy knew he could make something out of the Edsel inherited from Uncle Leon.
To him it looked more functional than a ride to pick up chicks.
Daddy said Jimmy was too dumb to make anything. Those words spurred him on.
Took a whole year – and he didn’t have time to pick up anything but
his welding torch – but there it sat, his very own handmade back hoe.
Jimmy bragged about it all day in school.
Becky seemed awfully interested. Took her home to see it.
“Sold the damn thing,” Daddy said.  “Looked like a sculpture gone wild sittin’ in the driveway.”

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  1. Sandra says:

    Poor lad. Some fathers just don’t see the possibilities in the things their sons get up to. Nice one.

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  2. Ahh, poor Jimmy. And it take it he didn’t get the girl either…
    Claire

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  3. Yeah…what Claire said…I can feel the dejection 😦

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  4. That’s what happens with parents not giving proper support for being creative.. I’m sure Jimmy will come out a victor in the end..

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  5. Dear Alicia,

    Dad’s sowing the seeds of their future estrangement. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. Ellespeth says:

    We all need a Becky sort of person in our lives – makes other people less important. Such a great story!
    Ellespeth

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  7. I think Daddy’s pretty much of an asshole. I hope Jimmy gets the girl, makes a fortune in the used parts business, and never answers the old man’s calls.

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  8. draliman says:

    Poor chap, all that work and then he couldn’t even use it to impress the girls 🙂

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  9. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Alicia,

    So it’s back to the drawing board for Jimmy. Perhaps Becky will hang with him until his next invention is manifested. It’s hard being a teenager.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  10. Some parents never see their kids’ potential. I hope he doesn’t give up! Well done!

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  11. ahtdoucette says:

    Hehe. I love that phrase: “sculpture gone wild.”

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  12. Ouch! That had to hurt! Poor Jimmy 🙂

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  13. Despite the humor and fun here, the deflated sense of self-esteem Jimmy must have had, pervades for me. Sad tale, Alicia, well written none the less.

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  14. Daddy’s an a-hole.
    Someone needs to take daddy out with an Edsel back hoe.
    good story. Randy

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  15. If at first you don’t succeed…I think he’ll be just fine. Nicely written.

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  16. wildbilbo says:

    Nothing quite like a father’s support..
    Nicely done.
    KT

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  17. wmqcolby says:

    Just shoot me, he thought at the time. Funny story, Alicia!

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  18. Alicia, I give Becky more credit. I think she was interested in more than the car. As soon as he’s old enough, Jimmy should leave his dad and be on his own. His dad was probably jealous. Well written. 🙂 — Susan

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  19. rgayer55 says:

    Dear Alicia,
    I’m with Perry on this one–Dad is an asshole. Thankfully, Becky was impressed without even seeing the sculpture gone wild. Well written tale of woe-be-gone.

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  20. I reckon Jimmy would’ve welded Daddy to the nearest metal post, and darn right too. Hope Becky understood.

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  21. yarnspinnerr says:

    It is a rare son and father who see eye to eye. Good take.

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  22. Margaret says:

    Poor boy. A whole year of work! Good story.

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  23. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Alicia, Poor Jimmy, “Worst Father in the World” awarded to Jimmy’s dad. This is so sad. Good story! Nan 🙂

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  24. hafong says:

    Jimmy is like my live-in. Not sure whether it’s good or bad. 🙂 He’s always welding something.

    Lily

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  25. That dad is horrid. Poor guy!
    (I really enjoyed your story!)

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  26. He is a bit of a snark! Thanks for leaving a comment.

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