Hands Off My Ships, Mother! – Friday Fictioneers 03/31/17

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Since his mother brought him to the port when he was a child, Peter was fascinated with  seagoing vessels. He collected watercraft of every design, including the models constructed with glue. His mother’s purge of most of his collection was still a sore spot. No, wait it was all of his collection but the tug boat. Sure they were living on her waitress salary in a small apartment, but still it was his world then. Now the port was his.

“Let’s see you try to get rid of my new collection Mother!”

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24 thoughts on “Hands Off My Ships, Mother! – Friday Fictioneers 03/31/17

    1. Many times we go about our life assuming everyone’s existence is like ours. But the real truth is people struggle everyday to make a living and provide for their families.

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  1. Gosh, that sore spot certainly ran deep! I’m wondering if it drove him to become an extremely successful self-made man or an evil genius billionaire. Sounds like he still has unfinished business as far as his mother is concerned, too. I wouldn’t like to be in her shoes

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  2. Count me torn. I felt for the mother struggling to support her son but also felt his loss. Nice tale of ambition driven by loss, although he was a little to vindictive for me.

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  3. From rages to riches…another inspiring tale. Whoops…major typo! I meant “from rags to riches.”

    I’ll do Mom:1; Son: 1. Mothers purge kids’ collections all the time — otherwise the house would overflow and there’d be no room for the kids. But this lad obviously never lost his dream. Which proves that the best collections are the ones you carry in your heart.

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  4. This reminds me of John Lennon when Aunt Mimi was throwing out some of his art, “You’ll be sorry when I’m famous.” She obviously had to make some space but to bin the whole lot was outrageous so my votes with the boy

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