Amy, my mother, was right-brained, a creative/artsy kind of person; she liked decorating, painting, sewing, and writing. She was proud of Pete, my daddy, for his left-brained thinking/his handwriting, his mathematical abilities, and his straight rows of broomcorn. I believe she was pleasantly surprised and proud when near retirement age, he began showing a real knack for artistic ventures – hammering rings out of silver quarters, making knives with handles made from deer horns, building shadow boxes with miniature tools and fences in them, as well as designing other metal structures which were sometimes cute and other times sort of weird. This picture prompt looks like it could have been one of daddy’s creations.
If he had done so, he might have teased my mom in the following way: “Hey, Amy. I finally got you a private home security system.” As she would look over the creation, she would wonder what in the world Pete was up to now. “Thanks,” she would respond, “but how is that thing going to work?” “Oh,” he would explain, “it goes with a sign that says, The Seeing Eye Security System, so the thieves and robbers will think they are on camera.” And although it’s ugly and gross, mom would have scooted it over to the corner of the porch, where she could show off dad’s latest creation when the kids came home. (Eph. 5:33 “…let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband. Mom reverenced my dad by the way she was proud of him and his accomplishments.)
Prompt with picture was provided by Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. The Challenge – write a one hundred word (plus or minus) story with a beginning, middle, and end inspired by the picture.