Good Friday morning, my Peeps!
A little surprise for you this morning. Kelvin Knight asked me if I would be interested in trying to write a Friday Fictioneer with him: One sentence by him, one by me. And, as I’m always willing to try something new, I was up for the challenge. The first sentence is his and so on… with little tweaks here and there, the end result is the following little story. Of course, we are an ocean apart so it took some time for the whole back and forth – besides life, like jobs, getting in the way 😉
A Special FF by
Dale Rogerson and Kelvin M. Knight
This track was going to break her. It was an unending struggle just to remain upright. If only she could rekindle that spark which used to ignite her anger. Because at least anger was a feeling – much better than this emotional void.
‘This trek won’t be character building,’ he said. ‘It will be character revealing! And it just might build the necessary character to get off this path once and for all.’
‘Off?’ she fumed. ‘You said we were on this track to the bitter end!’
‘Well, sue me.’
She, like his non-verbal stop sign, bristled like a porcupine.
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.”