Delicate Young Man

Image: Twoheadedgators Used under CC-BY-SA

He always thought of Mother when hunting.


“No swamps!” Mother said. “No caves, no crevasses.”


The doctor nodded, sage-like.


“You’re a delicate young man, Marvin.”


He stared at the linoleum, downcast.


“Yes, Mum.”

Written for this weekend’s Trifecta Writing Challenge.

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16 thoughts on “Delicate Young Man

  1. TheImaginator says:

    Like the concept, though I was confused by the switch between third and first person, and the implication that there were three characters there.

  2. Eric Alagan says:

    I agree with TheImaginator – didn’t quite get it.

  3. I might not have completely understood it, but I adored the phrasing of the mum: “you’re a delicate young man, Marvin” A line chock-full of possibility for your terrific writing.

  4. A mother’s words will stay with her son forever, these even more so I think. Thanks for linking up!

  5. Oh I can see that he should better stay in the caves … better for the victims at least.

  6. Mike says:

    I enjoyed this. Funny how our mums words always stay with us, forever trying to protect.

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