The mural.


She was starting to think he had forgotten she was his eighteen year old daughter; emphasis on eighteen and daughter. Why had he planned such a military themed day?

Jessie shrank further into the cab as it pulled up, what next?

“Come on honey we are here”

“Here, where?”

“You’ll see in a minute,” her dad said turning the corner.

Standing in front of the mural, Jessie’s frown blossomed into a smile at that moment she knew he would support her dreams, despite his reservations.

It was the best gift he had ever given her before returning to base.

In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by C.E.Ayr and we are asked to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.

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