It had been a spectacular day and all the town’s hoopla had been for his sake. What more could he want? Evelyn had gone on home and left him with his thoughts. He needed a bit of quiet time to mull over the last fifteen years of his life. The reporters, photographers, city fathers, and state representatives had been there for the dedication of this building named for him—the J. Frank Marteen Cathedral. A great honor indeed! Only one thing missing, also named for him, John Frank Marteen, Jr, a lonely son who scorned him.
Written for Rochelle’s 100 word picture prompt, Friday Fictioneers. https://rochellewisoff.com/