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It’s time to write another bit of flash fiction here at Friday Fictioneers, the place where 100 writers use 100 words to write 100 different stories about 1 picture.
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The Most Important Thing
By JE Lillie
Les stepped on to his private jet for the first time. He poured himself a drink .
“We’ll be readying for take off in five sir.” The pilot called.
Les sat and buckled in. As his belt clicked into place he was back at the mini-van buckling his son in for the last time.
“I don’t want to go with them Daddy.” The boy said.
“Your grandfather’s a rich man Elias. He can care for you better than I can.” The door slammed shut on Elias’ cries.
The chauffer reached into his robes and pulled out an envelope “The amount agreed upon. Your plane awaits.”
Lillie-Put 
How sad!
It is and the whole story is even sadder.
Seems like a horror story to me.
It kind of is!
Maybe he did the right thing. We are in no position to judge what was the most important thing – and to whom.
Lily
I suppose. I have developed this character a little more and the situation is very complex. Like most things he is not all right or all wrong.
Sounds so clinical. And all the boy wants is love.
That is true of most children. In order to make this move the whole thing had to be emotion-free. The pay back for such things always comes later. Emotions cannot be shuffled off forever.
I think the child might be better off with the grandfather. Poor, rich kid. Moving story.
Maybe so.