Mum looked down at the table.
‘What do you mean you’re gay?’ The old rancher looked at his son.
‘I mean I’m gay, Dad.’
‘Well, when did you decide this?’
‘I didn’t decide, Dad, it’s just who I am.’
They ate the rest of Sunday dinner in silence. Jack had only vegetable soup, while his Dad ate the beef roast and refused to look at him.
Later, Jack and his Mum stood by the paddock. A small calf came over and stared at them. Jack patted it’s soft hide.
‘He’ll come round, give him time. You know he’s old fashioned,’ his Mum said.
‘When should I tell him the other thing?’
‘One thing at a time, Jack. Being gay is one thing, I can only begin to imagine how he will react when you tell him you’re a vegetarian as well.’
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
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