Robert Trousseau

By Steve

Mon, 10 Jun 2013
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Robert was looking for his glasses. It seemed to be an eternity that he was looking for his glasses. Where were they? Were they in the freezer?

Time keeps on slipping into the future. Time keeps on slipping into the future. Barack Obama had just nominated him as Cultural Minister. Government had been privatized and the US citizens were stockholders. He wondered where his glasses were.

"Vivien..."
"They are in your front right pocket," he heard.

He looked at the signed letter. He thought Greg Nagy would make a better cultural minister. He was just a poor, old Jew with an ungrateful daughter.

"Robert, have you prepared your lectures on Ravelstein?"

He had been working for such a long time on those lectures, but he did not know where he was going in the lectures.

Trisha Trousseau entered his office.

"Don't you ever knock?"
"What's the point?"
"The point is courtesy, some sign that you are there. Why are you here?"
"It's almost Father's Day."

He remembered the Six Day's War, The Yom Kippur War, but he couldn't remember Father's Day.

He looked at his daughter and he still saw the little girl who on her bat mitzvah asked for "God" to make himself known.

"You're still the same. How old are you? In your forties now and you still look like a 21 year old."

Certificate U
Story
Relationships
Historical Fiction

Comments

Submitted by Esther on
A really moving piece.

Submitted by hudsonmoon on
Very intriguing short tale, Steve. I enjoyed the read. Trousseau and I must be the same age, I've been known to lose things in the freezer as well. Rich

 

Submitted by Steve on
My son made a paper wallet and put $70 in it that was reserved for his education fund. I thought I had thrown it away as trash. Recently, my wife found it.

 

Submitted by scratch on
Years ago my friends VCR stopped working. The repair man came and after a short while he had found the cause of the problem. Someone (our friend's young son we think) had inserted a small, uncooked sausage into the cassette drawer! Good story here Steve. Brought back a memory for me.