Alex’s boss finally cornered him.
“You wouldn’t believe the fish I caught in Alaska,” he said. “The guide said he’d never seen…”
As his boss continued talking, Alex’s mind wandered off.
Back to that summer twenty years ago, to that hostel in Anchorage with the writing on the walls.
Youthful platitudes, all of them – written in permanent marker.
When his boss was finally gone, Alex took the sharpie out of the coffee cup stuffed with pens. He pressed the felt tip to the cubicle wall.
“Goodbye,” he wrote.
He walked out of the office, seventeen again.
I’ve spent the last few days in Anchorage, Alaska, at the annual Seismological Society of America meeting. It’s strange to be back here. The last time, I was seventeen years old, having just cashed in all my state fair winnings (New Mexico state fair chicken grand champion…twice! Woohoo!) for a one month expedition in the mountains and glaciers of Alaska. Right now, I’m staying in Alaska Backpackers Inn, and it does have lots of youthful platitudes written on the walls. I think I will add mine soon (but am I still a youth?). Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: