(Author’s note: Merry Christmas!)
Dreams (Gone)
by Miles H. Rost
Teddy stood, brushing the sand and dust off his clothes.
He lodged the large, uncut opal into the top of the headstone.
“Ay, da. I buried ya where the paper told me.”
Teddy’s father spent most of his life in the holes next to where he now laid. His fortune was in opals, a dangerous job with a great reward. The cancer treatments, though, depleted that fortune and left it all gone. By the time Teddy showed up, it was too late. He died.
“I’ll be back soon, da. I have to close this deal on oil with the Singaporeans.”
At least he had a purpose in life
What a last line! Nicely done, Miles.
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Looks like the son is following in his father’s footsteps.
Bleak. Sounds as if the son is much like the father, just mining a different substance.
Like father, like son. Chasing after things that in the end don’t matter. Nicely written!
So, I’m guessing he found oil in the old opal holes? Hopefully. 🙂 Merry Christmas, Miles. Hope you’re doing well.
Hmm … like father like son? Mining around?
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
If he found oil in the opal mines, then his father really just fell short of hitting it lucky. Nicely told!
So his father stripped the land of opals and now he’s doing the same with oil. Like father like son.
It all in the genes, well told.