-Author’s Note –
This is a sequel to the six part short story, Orchestrated. It features the same characters and takes place in story two months later. Keepsake won’t spoil anything from Orchestrated and will only make small references to it. You don’t need to read Orchestrated first, but it’s recommended if you have time. ;D
My enjoyment of jigsaw puzzles is nonexistent, and apparently in the eyes of my father that was something he disapproved of. This disproval wasn’t something I was full aware of until I woke up this morning – though looking back it should have been obvious. See, it wasn’t until I stepped into the kitchen and saw the table that I realized how far my father would go to prove a point: jigsaw puzzles were worth completing.
It all started last night, when my dad found me sitting on the couch watching a television show, a comedy he and I viewed sometimes. He entered the room at 10PM coming home from work and said I needed to do something that stimulated the brain.
I found that suggestion unneeded. After all I had already gone to school which took up my morning and half the afternoon, did all my homework for the day and read a few chapters in a book I was reading. Giving myself to mind numbing television before going to bed seemed fair to me. In father’s eyes however, seeing me today only watch television was a reflection of how my day had gone.
I wouldn’t disagree with that. Then again, I feel like most of my days are, so honestly it wasn’t abnormal. School, homework, recreation and relaxing. That was the summary of my life.
Either way, my father suggested ideas I could do for tomorrow.
“Austin, how about you do something besides watch Tv? How about…” he struggled to come up with an idea as he took off his jacket. It was cool enough to wear a light coat or jacket, it being the middle of October. Florida never hit below freezing temperatures though, even in the winter time.
“I don’t know. A jigsaw puzzle? Those are fun,” he tossed the idea to me.
“No,” I responded right away. “Jigsaw puzzles are boring.” I tossed it right back. Apparently, at his face because he became offended. He gave me a look of disbelieve.
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