Fruits of Labor

Albert wondered where the old bicycle would be lying now. This sketch was done by his eight-year old son, James, reproduced from the stories that he had heard from Albert. Albert had displayed it on the wall of his plush office.

The picture reminded him of his roots – his father who sold ice-cream on this bicycle, to pay for his son’s education. Albert wanted James to always remember that the lush foliage they now owned, were once nurtured by someone else. And that unfortunate man did not get to taste the fruit of his labor. They bowed in gratitude ….

(100 words)

Inspired by Friday Fictioneers at

7 April 2017

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