Kevin was a freakish child.
His Dad despaired each time he gave him a present of Lego or Meccano. His mother only smiled.
Instead of constructing cars, aeroplanes or ships, Kevin would string pieces of Meccano together and slide them from bedpost to doorknob. Strange aerial objects, bolted loosely together that made odd noises as they jangled.
He didn’t construct recognisable objects with his Lego either but spent hours clicking together different sized coloured bricks into vertical or horizontal mosaics with peculiar openings that made whistling sounds as he blew through them.
Unexpectedly he excelled at school, went to university, obtained a good position at the bank and amassed a considerable fortune.
This however, was just a means to an end.
He obtained a rather large family home surrounded by gardens and outhouses.
His strange contraptions made bizarre noises behind locked doors that rare visitors were never invited to open.
Out in the middle of the garden was a monument that he erected himself, a giant stone pyramid.
It had an inscription at its base.
“To the best Mum and Dad in the world for letting me be free from the constraints of conformism.” Love Kevin
Then he met Stephanie … (200 words)
Each Sunday there is the wonderful Sunday Photo Fiction challenge to write a short story of no more than 200 words. The challenge is admirably hosted by the lovely Susan Spaulding.