(Author’s note: I will be moving soon. The house I’m in will be sold, and I’ll be moving to another place in another part of town. It’ll be nice, a little closer to work, a little closer to everything. It’ll also be more stable, which means I’ll be able to do more, such as working on this script that I’ve put off for nearly 3 years. Here’s to hoping it works! Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers)
It’s In The Way That You Use It
by Miles H. Rost
We took the train down to Southern California. It was one of the last rides I would take with my grandpa.
“Sonny, I want you to have something.”
I looked up at him, and smiled. He gave me a photo.
“When I leave, I want you to look at this. Especially when you feel down.”
“But Grandpa, you’ll always be around.”
“Not always, Sonny.”
“If I have this picture, you’ll always be there.”
He just smiled.
That was 20 years ago. He died shortly after that. But I always have him with me, on the neck of my guitar on stage.