Holding A Flashlight for Dad
the interaction with the most distraction
"Distraction's the foe of concentration," dad said giving his tool a spin,
“I don’t know what school is teaching these days, but it sure ain’t like back when."
Stewart tried to listen, but thoughts of Diablo IV crept in,
"Thirteen miles, son, that's how far we walked, he said with a grin."
“Really, that far?” said Stewart, his resolve began to falter, as his mind wandered away,
“Actually, it was 26 if you count both ways, before his dad went on to say,
“Can you hold it steady, it's not a disco ball.” His son’s gripped tightened, determined to obey.
“Teenagers don’t realize how good they have it son, no Tok Tik’s back in the day.”
"It's Tik Tok, dad," Stewart corrected, feeling a bit smug,
“Ouch!” alas, the flashlight had slipped, hitting his dad with a thud,
"Never mind, just go play your Devil game,” and with that, helping dad was done.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
Any and all, subscribers, pledges and comments are welcome.
Thanks for reading!
Keep reading
More stories from Jeffrey Sparks and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Brought back childhood memories 😂
What a great entry! I love poems that rhyme! I wrote one from the parents perspective 😂 I guess we all distract each other