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What’s Going On In There? – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here.  Mom is totally absorbed in From Silt and Ashes, having already read Please Say Kaddish For Me in two days!  She asked me if I had any good books to read.  Do I ever!  How about our very own hostess’ two first books in the trilogy for which I am desperately waiting for the third?  Yes, Rochelle, thanks for taking my mother away from me!  Hee Hee Hee… Just kidding.

Lucy Fridkin‘s beautiful image has taken me somewhere I had not intended to go at all.  Go figure.  To join in, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs. and if you are still too shy to participate but want to read more takes on the photo prompt, please click on the blue frog!

  ©Lucy Fridkin

©Lucy Fridkin


What’s Going On In There?

“They say they can hear everything.” 

“I don’t know about that, but if they can, should we not be careful of what we say?” 

Footsteps approaching.

“Pardon me, Ma’am, I’m so sorry to say there is no hope for him. It would be in his best interest….”

“Shut up, dammit!  He might hear you!  How can you say such a thing?  What’s the matter….”

The voices drifted off and he was left alone with his thoughts.

“I wish I could tell them all will be okay.  That It’s what I want. I see nothing but peace and tranquility up ahead.”


74 thoughts on “What’s Going On In There? – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Dale,

    It took me a couple of reads to get it. Smacked my forehead and said, “D’oh!” Although with the colors of the lines and what’s being said, I don’t think you need the tags at the end of the sentences.

    Sorry about your mom, but I’m not taking any responsibility there…well maybe, she says with a wide grin. 😉 😀



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  2. After reading your conversation with Rochelle, and never seeing the tags, I agree that this piece works just fine without them The colors let me know that different people were speaking. Well done!

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  3. This story reminds me of when my grandmother passed..I was there so it’s a moment I will never forget. Life is precious, let’s enjoy 🙂
    thanks Dale 🙂

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  4. They could take around me all they want and I wouldn’t hear. Can’t hear it thunder now, I doubt my hearing will improve drastically when I’m on my deathbed.

    I did give my father permission to pass on in his last days. He appeared to be in a coma for the last nine days. He stayed with us about another 12 hours after I told him to go ahead.

    I’ll catch up with him later.

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  5. I’ve always heard that someone in that condition can hear even if he seems unaware It must be scary to be that far out of control; Euthanasia is quite evil and it makes it worse if someone that vulnerable hears all that talk under those circumstances.

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  6. Sometimes, it’s us holding onto what we do not want to let go of.
    It’s our own need to love them forever and not feel the pain if they don’t stay. Beuatifully written …. I loved it, Dale.
    Have a wonderful weekend.
    Isadora 😎
    p.s. I always smile when I come to your blog. The bright yellow sunflowers are lovely. 🌻

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  7. That’s pretty cool, Dale, using colors for different thoughts. Sad story. Nice sentiments.
    BTW, if you come to Kansas, you can take all the sunflowers you want. We’re known for them. Why go all that way to Tuscany, right? OK, maybe not, but we DO have sunflowers. Just putting it out there. 😉

    Five out of five kernels.

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  8. I got it just fine, without tags. I understood it as not continuing life support at all costs but letting him go peacefully. It’s sad, moving, and full of love. And maybe it’s true. Let’s hope so…

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  9. Clearly it works wonderfully without the tags! A sad reality that so many struggle with. Hard decisions and loss, but love the peaceful conclusion. For my work at Hospice, I more often see folks express that, not remorse.

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