Photo prompt courtesy of Dale Rogerson
100 words
I had never thought of my father as crazy, but since the divorce he had loosened his grip on his mind.
I recall driving to his house in mid-July. I got in late and let myself in though the back. While I walked I noticed hundreds of umbrellas suspended above his patio.
I wondered if he was expecting rain.
The following morning, I noticed my father sitting outside.
The sun filtered through the colored umbrellas and cast a flurry of vibrant colors below. He saw me standing in the open doorway and grinned.
“I found the end of the rainbow.”
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But did he find a pot of gold too I wonder?
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I’d like to think so 🙂 thanks for the read Keith!
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He may have lost his mind, but he has regenerated his childhood, just make sure he gets to bed early. I love the comedy in this.
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I’d say that we all retain our childlike view of the world. It just gets buried by reality overtime. Doesn’t mean we can’t dig it up when we need to 🙂 thanks for the read and comment James!
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Nice outlook.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Is he crazy, or maybe he has found his own happiness? Great take on the prompt, well done.
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Thanks for the read Iain! I’d like to think it’s a little of both. Sometimes embracing a little craziness is a good thing 🙂
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Dear Jacob,
Dad might not be all that crazy. A little eccentric perhaps. Colorful and engaging story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle! When I saw the prompt on your blog it reminded me of this time when I was a kid- we went to Hawaii for my uncles wedding and it would rain while the sun was still shining. We had these bright red umbrellas and it was really cool to see my shadow holding what looked like a glowing red circle. I kind of just built it around that, thanks for reminding me of the memory 🙂 I know I want color to be a part of my life for as long as possible!
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I prefer to think that what is lost is not his mind but his inhibition. Nice story.
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Thanks for the read! Why not a little of both? We’re all a little crazy inside haha 😛
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True enough. 😊
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I think he found a way to beauty at least.
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Definitely, a colorful life is a beautiful one! Thanks for the read man! I appreciate it 🙂
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Nah… he never lost his mind. He refound a way to enjoy life. What a wonderful story. I want that in my backyard!!
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I agree 🙂 I personally believe we should all be pursuing ways to enjoy life at all times. Once we find something hold onto it! Whether that’s by putting up umbrellas over the patio or writing on a blog 🙂 thanks for the read!
Cheers,
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😀
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I think he’s just found a way to unapologetically be himself. I really enjoyed your story.
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Thanks Jilly! Never apologize for being yourself 🙂
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I don’t think he’s crazy. I think he’s finally free to be himself, and he’s enjoying it 🙂
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Id like to think that enjoying yourself is embracing a little bit of your crazy side. Thanks for the read!
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What a great idea. 🙂
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Thanks, we could all use a little more color in our lives! 🙂 I appreciate the read man!
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Great concept.
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