There is always a limit

Calvin pocketed his hands gazing at his sneakers.

“Weed? donnu ma.”

Sybil couldn’t believe how quickly her bright-eyed son had transformed into this gangly teenager. Welcome acne, welcome worrying.

Gone were chess tournaments, gone were music classes.

Every night she listened for the door before she fell asleep.
Every morning she went to work with Calvin still asleep.

Gone was school as well.

The last year she had barely seen him, but now the time had come to send her son away. Selling at the schoolyard had been the limit.

Far away she heard the sirens from approaching squad cars.

The first thing I thought of with this picture was weed, and then the story wrote itself. I missed last week primarily because I was busy at work, and I still a, so it might take a while for me to get around and visit your stories. This weekend we are having a book release for our anthology where I have contributed one short story. The electronic release will come later, but if you are interested in updates like our Facebook page..

Friday fictioneers attracts some of the best flashfiction writers on the internet. Each week we struggle to find a story in the same picture in 100 words. Rochelle choose the picture and set the example, come join this fun.


50 responses to “There is always a limit

  1. 😦 This hits home for me, Björn…I’ve gone through some version of this with my boys.
    (you might want to change the wheres to weres (gone were chess….)

  2. Our son ran away at 16. His friends hid him out, he slept in attics, etc. Now, he’s got 3 kids of his own. The oldest is 9. I fear Jesse will get a dose of his own medicine in a few short years.

  3. Dear Björn,

    I’ve raised three sons. How they do change when they hit puberty. It sounds like the decision has been taken off her hands. Good job.



  4. I thought of weed this week, too, but not with such seriousness. Some kids dabble with drugs without too much lasting harm, but some need a sharp wake-up call, especially if they’re breaking the law or damaging other kids’ lives. When I worked as a psychiatric nurse, I looked after quite a few people with drug-induced psychosis and some of them had only smoked what they called “a harmless bit of weed”.

      • Yes, I agree with you. If people want to risk harming themselves, it’s one thing. But if they corrupt others by offering them drugs, then that’s of far bigger concern. I once met a lovely, talented girl who had been given LSD by an older sibling, after which she became a full-blown psychotic who needed monthly depot injections for the rest of her life. Such a tragedy.

  5. I loved this Björn, it was excellent. It also struck a little close to home for me too. These things are more common than some people imagine. Great story. 🙂

  6. Wow dark take on the prompt. You skillfully drew me into this parent’s nightmare.

  7. What a good story and too close to reality! How I worried about my kids at that age…they are definitely more strict than I was….of course they experienced so much ,ore than I ever did.

  8. Having had teenagers, I know the changes that can happen from one day to the next. Fortunately, drugs never were the issue but alcohol and skipping school were. I’m so happy they survived, are married with children and I can sleep once again. GREAT story … current in it’s subject matter. Bjorn, well-done.
    Isadora 😎

  9. Very well written, Bjorn, though as the mother of a thirteen year old, the very idea fills me with dread. You captured this so well – those parental feelings, the thought of that small child slipping away to be replaced by an adult that you’re not sure you really know. Well done indeed

  10. Great story and writing, Bjorn. It makes me so glad my kids are grown and settled. To my knowledge, they never were into drugs. It was bad enough then and seems to be much worse now. All the best with the anthology. 🙂 — Suzanne

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