The One Thing

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


“It’s the one thing I want.”

His siblings’ squabbling over their late mother’s items woke memories he preferred to not revisit. He wondered if not leaving a will was her way to continue their jockeying for her perceived affections even after she was gone.

Linda fixed her suspicious gaze on him. “Why?”

He shrugged to feign indifference. “I find the carvings interesting, and,” he pointed at his black clothing, “it’s kind of Goth.”

He wasn’t going to tell them about the hidden compartments. Or their contents. Grandpa had shown him. “Black sheep need help, Son. In case of hard times.”


For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers


23 thoughts on “The One Thing

    • Thank you. Indeed all too often things become more important than relationships, and old unresolved issues revisit in times of loss (and not). It does sound like he has reason to want this item, but giving up all other items says plenty, too…


    • Ah, but there lies the mystery in every micro-fiction … What happened next? What will the true ending be? How will this conflict be resolved? 🙂 I’m so glad for the curiosity about this. Thank you for the comment! 🙂


    • I know … I think it is one of the things I find the saddest when parents pass on and the feuds — be it spoke about or hidden under layers of brewing animosity and jealousy and greed and ugh — bubble up to the surface and manifest through fighting over ‘stuff’ when so much of the time it is not about the ‘stuff’ at all, now, is it? I have, fortunately, also seen the generous and loving way some families divide the things (and again, it is not about the ‘things’) left by parents, where they hold each other’s wishes and preferences with the care it deserves and with the respect this allows for the parent to not have their kids squabble over the ‘remains’… So, in many case the way people manage the grief — and estate — of a family loss may be a mirror of their relationships and priorities …
      As for the Grandad, I guess he picked up on more than he was going to lay out in the open, and instead, decided to support the one he knew would most likely need it and not abuse it. …
      Hugs, Na’ama

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      • Yes! To all the above. The Christmas before my father died, he gifted each of us with things of his we admired. I cannot lie, I totally ugly-cried when he gave me his tea set that I coveted…
        The rest of the stuff, we left to his widow, taking only some of his clothes for the men in our lives… However, when SHE goes, there will be issues… or not.

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      • I’m so glad he gifted you something you wanted. It is a touching thing to do, and a loving thing, I believe. As for what might be when his widow passes on … I guess all one can do is manage how THEY will behave … and the rest is … well … life. Hugs to you! Na’ama


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