It’s Wednesday, and time for a new prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, which is graciously provided by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Old, Not Obsolete
“You gotta live with me, Mum!”
“I don’t want to. I’m fine where I am.”
“You’ll be lonely. And now without Dad… I want to look after you.”
“I have friends, Carol.”
“But if something happens? Here in the city…”
“We have everything I need back home. Hospital. Internet. Retirement home.”
“You’re not going into one of those.”
“It’s my choice, child. When I look out your window all I see is concrete. I want to see flowers and trees… hear the birds sing.”
“But I love you, Mum. We don’t see each other often enough.”
“What’s wrong with Skype?”
This answer to the prompt was triggered by an article I read on the German Huffington Post last week. It was an article or blog post by someone describing, “What it feels like when the parents get old.” The parents of this author were 58! The article was memorable in its stupidity. So I got a bit ranty.
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