Cal went up to the attic to clean the place up. He and his wife were planning to put the house on the market and he needed to get it ready for the appraiser.
As he was going through the junk that they had accumulated up there over the decades, Cal found an old pair of his grown son’s sneakers. They were dusty and full of cobwebs, but seeing them stopped him cold and brought tears to his eyes.
Had it already been 15 years since he lost his son in the Iraq war? What a beautiful life wasted.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers writing challenge from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Sarah Potter.