December Week 2.b.3 Rivalry over a toy
It was inevitable. As much as he loved his father there was a strong sense of rivalry between the two of them. Here he was, trying to prove that he had absorbed everything Alister Mundy had taught him and moved on from there, and there was his father, still having to prove he was the best.
It didn't matter what the prize was: precious jewels, a painting by one of the masters or some little trinket of great worth. He'd be playing it cool, planning his every move with skill and panache and the next thing he knew, he'd be tripping over his old man. Not that the guy needed the score. Alister Mundy had made his pile and retired, supposedly. Still, Al could understand why his father would want to keep his hand in.
But while Al could tolerate this parental interference on an occasional basis, having his old man coming along for the ride on his government jobs was something else again. When would the man grasp that he'd grown up and was capable of completing a caper on his own. Or perhaps it was the thrill of adventure that his dad couldn't give up. Either way, as much as he admired his dad's skills, this was severely cramping his style and sometimes he wished his father would be like other dads and retire to the French Riviera to live out his remaining days in style, instead of continuing this absurd competition over who was the best thief.
Al Mundy
It Takes a Thief
250 words
It didn't matter what the prize was: precious jewels, a painting by one of the masters or some little trinket of great worth. He'd be playing it cool, planning his every move with skill and panache and the next thing he knew, he'd be tripping over his old man. Not that the guy needed the score. Alister Mundy had made his pile and retired, supposedly. Still, Al could understand why his father would want to keep his hand in.
But while Al could tolerate this parental interference on an occasional basis, having his old man coming along for the ride on his government jobs was something else again. When would the man grasp that he'd grown up and was capable of completing a caper on his own. Or perhaps it was the thrill of adventure that his dad couldn't give up. Either way, as much as he admired his dad's skills, this was severely cramping his style and sometimes he wished his father would be like other dads and retire to the French Riviera to live out his remaining days in style, instead of continuing this absurd competition over who was the best thief.
Al Mundy
It Takes a Thief
250 words