Rob Gauthier
Bio
For me, a good story is the best thing in life. It doesn't matter the genre or the style of the author, give me a good story, and I'm happy. That's why I do this, I'm a storyteller at heart. I hope you enjoy my musings.
Stories (9/0)
A Time To Say Goodbye
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was a trip we had made so many times before, but we both knew that this would be the last time. It wasn’t because we were having marital issues, far from it. It had been more than fifty years since Sarah and I said our vows and I’m very confident when I say that we loved each other even more on that last trip than we did then. The truth is that cancer is no respecter of love or marriage. It was the big “C” that was taking her from me.
By Rob Gauthierabout a year ago in Fiction
The Console
This was it. I had exactly one shot to pull this off. The elusive white buck was at the edge of my range and yet I was confident I had the advantage. It had taken hours to track this legendary target. I had stalked him through the sparse pines, down the slope of a mountain, across a green valley, through a tangled forest of oaks and maples, and finally into the clearing where he now grazed. He was a truly magnificent creature. He had sixteen points on a symmetrical rack, and although he was known as the white buck, his pelt was more of a creamy tan, much lighter than others of his species but far from the brilliant white of my Arabian horse who even now was following behind me at a distance.
By Rob Gauthierabout a year ago in Fiction
You're Just Like Your Dad
For some people, being told they are just like their father is the ultimate insult. Not all fathers are good men after all. Take my grandfather for instance. He was a World War II vet, a Canadian rifleman to be exact. Maybe it was the torture he suffered at the hands of the Japanese (to the day he died he could tell you down to the hour and minute how long he was a P.O.W.), or maybe he was just a gypsy soul. Either way, after the war he just couldn't settle down. He dated my dad's mom. He even proposed to her and planned a wedding, but when he found out she was pregnant, he was gone faster than Willie Mays stealing second base. Did that make him a bad man? Maybe, maybe not. My dad never got to find out. He didn't meet his father until he was in his thirties when a long-lost cousin tracked him down and asked him if he was interested in meeting his father. I don't know if they ever reconciled. I was too young to know, and my dad has always been very private about his innermost feelings and conflicts. What I do know for certain is that if anyone had ever told my dad that he was just like his father, it would have been deeply hurtful.
By Rob Gauthier2 years ago in Families
