Cody Potterman was a dreamer. No barrier too high. No target out of reach. Cody wanted to be a soldier. His father though was a realist. Forever showering his son’s ambitious plans in icy cold water.
“Cody son. Boys don’t do soldiering. It’s too dangerous for the likes of you and me. Leave all that to the women. They keep us safe. That’s the way it is.”
Cody sighed. He knew his father was right but why? Would things ever change?
Suddenly Cody’s father clutched his stomach. He looked in agony.
“Cody, quick. Ouch. Ooh. Get yer mother son. The baby, aah, it’s on its way…hurry!”
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.