The Curse

Posted: July 6, 2014 in Short Story
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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack.  He was still very young, so this isn’t his story just yet.  His father was barely around. That’s because he had multiple families. Almost as if he was setting up franchises.  On one particular day, Jack’s father was actually on his way to spend some time with Jack and his mom, but along the way, he met an attractive woman that caught his attention.  For you see, Jack’s father was never satisfied.  He fell in love with every woman he met, and he passed on some aspect of this to his offspring.

As Jack grew, it was normal for him to not have a father around.  He didn’t care.  He was happy with what was in front of him. He was able to find happiness in simple things.  There were times when he wanted more, but he had no trouble finding enjoyment with what little he had available to himself.

The day finally came that Jack was old enough to get a job. Jack now had extra money.  He could buy things he’d been interested in but hadn’t had the money to buy.  He really liked movies, so he bought quite a few of those.  He also really liked music, so he bought a bunch of CDs.  He loved to read, so he bought a bunch of books.  Jack looked around and saw all that he had purchased.  It was good.

But then Jack became melancholy and heartbroken.  He realized that while he was surrounded by things that he loved, he didn’t have time to spend with them all.  He had to go to work. He had the responsibilities of an adult but the passions of a child.  The things Jack loved began to collect dust.  Jack loved too many things.  He loved more things than he had time to love.  This was his curse.

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