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!
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Genre: Not even close to fiction
Word count: a difficult 100 words
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….”