This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for August 22. The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create.
This week, my spouse informed me that my story hit too close to home. My father, who worked part-time as a pizza delivery man until two weeks ago, recently was found wandering around in the driveway of the wrong residence as he attempted to deliver an order. To learn more about the real-life adventure and my family’s quest to keep him alive and in good health, click here.
“William Culligan! That is not what the doctor meant when he told you to eat more fresh produce.”
Bill stood on the sidewalk next to his mangled Nissan and listened to his wife squawk at him through the cell phone.
“That produce truck came out of nowhere.” The elderly man blinked back the tears. Jeanne and his daughters had threatened to take his keys only last week. Now he hadn’t seen a produce truck coming when he pulled into traffic.
“Bill.” Jeanne’s voice was gentler now. “You need to call Pizza Hut. They’ll send another driver to complete the delivery.”