Imprisoned – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my readers.  It is Wednesday-Friday, otherwise known as Friday Fictioneers time and I have done something I don’t usually do (okay, never do!)… This little snippet of a story is the continuation of my FF from two weeks ago.   Should you wish to read (re-read?) that one first, it is here.  I know series are mostly frowned upon in this hear group but as this just happened yesterday,  I’m feeling a tad discombobulated and needed to get it out.  Thank you for your patience!

Thank you, as always, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping us all in line weekly and this week, thank you to J.Hardy Carroll for this week’s pic.

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Genre:  Not even close to fiction

Word count:  a difficult 100 words

Imprisoned

Three months hospitalised, only five days back home.  An ambulance was called with police in case of resistance.

“Resistance?” I yelled at the social worker, “she’s an 82-year old frail woman; how hard can it be to lead her to an ambulance?  And why wasn’t I notified first?”

“I’m sorry, she wouldn’t let me in to help.  I saw her black eye and she’s dehydrated and malnourished.  I had no choice.”

“I’m sorry, Mother.  We tried it your way.  You knew the rules.”

“So I’m to be imprisoned for the rest of my life?”

“Don’t look at it that way….”

Tomorrow – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening (for those of you on Eastern Standard Time), my readers.  I was lucky enough to finish work early today so I can write my FF.  Of course, the price of finishing early was for me to be oh-so-generous and agree to go in tomorrow on my day off as they are short-staffed.  Again.  Sigh.   No matter, here I am now.  Thank you always to our leader, Rochelle, for hosting this party weekly.  Thank you Sarah for a great photo!

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Genre:  Fiction  – no really, it is!

Word Count:  Please.  Always 100

Tomorrow

2015 New Year’s resolution was going to be a success.  She had everything she needed:  climalite technology tank tops, inner brief, sweat-wicking shorts, shock-absorber sports bras, top-notch running shoes and a one-year subscription to the gym.  Guaranteed success that she would be in great bikini form come summer.

First week was great, she went every other day.  Second week, same thing.

Went to a party and had a little too much fun so she called off her work-out.  I’ll go tomorrow.

2018, new resolution:  Clean out shed.  Well looky here!  So that’s where they were!

Uh-huh.  Obviously tomorrow never came back in 2015…

You Call This an Act of Love? – Friday Fictioneers

Good Thursday evening, my lovely readers.  Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers.  Our fabulous hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has chosen FFF (Fellow Friday Fictioneer) Kelvin M. Night‘s wonderfully whimsical photo.  So many possibilities.   Let’s just say I’ve had a rough two weeks.  This story is not fiction and I’m not the daughter, I’m the daughter-in-law.  We did win our court hearing yesterday and my mother-in-law has one chance to prove she can live on her own with medical help… Fingers crossed she accepts the help!

Next week, I bring smiles, I promise!

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You Call This an Act of Love?

The old woman sitting in the wheelchair glared at the younger woman seated in front of her.

“How could you do this to me?  I’m fine.  There is nothing wrong with me! I just want to go home.  They’re keeping me here against my will!”

“We all just want you safe.  You’ve started forgetting some things and you’re not too stable on your feet.  We don’t want you to come to any harm.  A safe environment is what you need.”

“I want to be in my own home.  You call this an act of love?”

“Yes, I really do, Mother.”

Better on the Other Side – Friday Fictioneers

Good Thursday, my readers.  I’ve been struggling with this week’s Friday Fictioneers, trying to come up with something half-way decent.  I admit I’ve been a tad preoccupied this week with the death on Friday of my beloved aunt, Lucette.  Saturday is her funeral.

I have been asked, once again, to give the eulogy.  My cousin feels he’s too close – it is his mother – and says he won’t be able to do it.  I, of course accepted, having already made the decision to say a few words to honour her anyway.

It’s funny, I keep getting asked to do this “job”, having now done it for my grandmother, father, and husband.  I dunno, maybe it’s a calling!  One thing is for sure, there will not only be tears, there will definitely be smiles.  I can’t help it.  I will always try to find the sunshine in the dark; or, as Maya Angelou like to say, I try to be a rainbow to someone else’s cloud.

Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting our group.  And this week, thank you to Danny Boweman for the use of your picture (bet you didn’t know Rochelle would choose you this week, eh?)

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Better on the Other Side

She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain when she comes!

She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain when she comes!

Ever since she opened Rochelle’s email with this week’s pic, the bloody song had become an earworm.

For reasons she couldn’t fathom, the stupid song made her think of her beloved aunt, Lucette

“You’re on the other side now, Matante*.  I do hope it is pain-free and filled with beauty, as they say it is.”

Smiling through her tears, she pictured her aunt:  healthy, rounding the bend, drink in hand, singing the song.  Letting us all know she much better now.

 

*Here in Quebec (well in my family at least) we call our uncles “Mononcle” and our aunts “Matante”, which means my aunt.  We don’t just use the tante.  It has become a form of endearment to the point that we will say something like:  My Matante Lucette…  literally meaning  “My my aunt Lucette”!