In keeping with the minimum-creative-work-capacity provided by the stimulus of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers, this week’s brief composition:
The House that Jack Built
Whatever he put his hand to. Didn’t seem to matter. Oh he had the will and the brawn – the heart – he was a determined man. Yeah, the fence does look nice, dad built that. But the house, that was Jack’s doing. Parents said he was always that way. Everything he touched. Marriages, parenting, education, work. Big dreams and fine intentions, with a flair for entropy – DIY and disorder. Always came to pieces, his doing the undoing of whatever he done. Easy and difficult to love on so many levels. This house only one of ‘em. It’s amazing anything still stands.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
Made me laugh. Good one.
It’s hard to be that person who follows a calling he was not meant for. It’s hard and it’s sad. So although the commentor above me laughed, this made me sad. Isn’t that odd?
I have known that man, he was my father. A fine story, with the truth of humanity within it.
thank you very much
a great story. very real. and an original take on the prompt 🙂
I agree with Bill. Funny and sad at the same time. Life’s ironies. Well done, N.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Well done! Loved it!
love your characterization of Jack. He’s someone a reader wants to know more about.
thank you
…the always brilliant work of N. Filbert!
that’s very kind, thank you
‘It’s amazing anything still stands’. I am Jack, you are Jack, we are all Jack. Well done on another work of art. I love the music, despite the one unnecessary apostrophe.
I found this sad. So many plans, but no motivation. Great job.
thank you
I know of people like that. With experience in Special Education, I have wondered how many people with some form of attention deficit/processing problems end up living a life in disarray. In the “old days” they saw a character flaw. Now we recognize, at least to a degree, that people are sometimes trapped in their own neurological array.
indeed…
I love this! I love the short sentences. There is a certain feeling conveyed. Can’t find the word for it 😦 Very well done.
thank you Abraham
Always trying but never succeeding probably burdens him by this point in his life. One wonders how much he realizes the thoughts about him.