Photo Prompt: (C) Marie Gail Stratford
“From up here you can see more clearly.” The mayor steered Vincent out onto the viewing platform.
Wind whipped the patriarch’s improbably black coif, creating a wild buccaneering air.
“Look at my city, Vincent,” he said. “From here you inspect the whole animal. Where it’s snarled, which bits are diseased and must be replaced. You’ll never grasp that from ground level.”
“Father,” said Vincent, “you and I will never think alike. You picture profit while I see lives.”
“That’s too bad, boy. I always hoped you would take over from me.”
With a tender shove, he toppled the diseased branch.
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