PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller
While eating lunch at a friends house, Tommy was interrupted by the owner of the house. Kenneth, an old man who lived alone with his son, hollered loudly. “Don’t break that turkey neck, it looks like Elvis!”
Tommy was astonished. Kenneth took the bone, washed it, and placed it in a display cabinet he built behind the table.
Kenneth’s son Mike explained to Tommy that since his mom died, his father seemed to lose it, and began collecting bones that look like things.
Kenneth cut in. “My collection won’t be complete until I find one resembling Martha, my dead wife.”
This story of weird collections, and a man’s way of dealing with loss, is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
Didn’t expect that from the title. Creepily warm story about love and loss.
Interesting way to deal with grief – not sure it’s going to resolve his issues! Good story.
Grief can affect people in odd ways! Nicely done.
What an odd collection he must have! Hopefully, it won’t take too long to find what he needs.Closure can’t come too soon, it seems.
I imagine it will take a ton of turkey necks. Thanks for reading
I like this it’s a weird reaction to grief
thanks for reading
We all deal with death in our own way… Can’t say this one is a healthy one though there is a weird sweetness to it
Thanks. This little tale is actually based truth
Oohhh…
This is one way to deal with it.. though I expected something very sinister from the title (I have read the book…)
I read the book too, and all I could think of was this incident, which I experienced when I was younger…very sad
A very unique take on the prompt and how to handle grief.
The mind is a fascinating place to wander through.
So you noticed that turkey neck bone too. When I was young, (Mighta happened) and wanted to join the Boy Scouts, I read a how-to article in Boys Life, about how to make a neck-bone into a neckerchief slide. Yuck! 😳
Nicely told little slice-of-life story.