“Why do I always feel like you’re trying to compete with me?” Danny asked his father.
“Son,” Danny’s father said. “Life is a zero-sum game. If you don’t win, you lose. It’s as simple as that. You can’t afford to make any accommodation for your competitor.”
“I’m your son, for crissake,” Danny said. “You should be encouraging me, supporting me, not competing with me, not denigrating me.”
Danny was silent for a moment, contemplating what his father had said. “Dad, you’re a successful, wealthy lawyer. I can’t compete with that. I don’t want the same things you want. Danny grabbed his coat and started to leave.
“Where are you going?” his father asked him.
“I got a job as a bartender at the new hotel downtown,” Danny said, slamming the door behind him.
“He’s such a loser,” his father muttered.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are caterpillar, silent, and hotel. Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “compete,” Your Daily Word Prompt, “accommodation,” the Word of the Day Challenge, “insipid, and for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, “zing.”