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….”

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.”