It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. A fun challenge to create a 100 word story based on the provided photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff-Field is our lovely organizer. Drop by and pay her a visit, jump in and join us. You might actually have some fun. Today you’re getting a twofer. Yep, I couldn’t deny the second story knocking at my inner creative wall. Enjoy.
THIS WEEK’S PHOTO PROMPT
from Rich Voza
Her steps faltered, guilt slowing her progress.
She should come more often. Bad. So bad.
Shaking the thoughts from her head, she forced herself onward.
The door ajar, light filtered out into the hall. Silently she slipped into the room and slid down into the chair beside him.
His face brightened. “You look as lovely as the day we first met.” He folded her hand within his own. “As radiant as our wedding day.”
“Grandpa, it’s me.” She watched the confusion cloud his eyes and it pained her. The reason she’d stayed away. “Miss you Papa.” She squeezed his hand.
~Grandpa’s Holiday Getaway~
Pitter, pat, pitter, pat. His feet padded down the linoleum hallway. He could see the door now. The first step towards freedom. It was unguarded.
Passing an opening on his right, he waved. “Goodbye, Fred,” he bellowed. He heard a cough in reply.
“Mr. Johnson, where do you think you’re going?”
They were on to him, he walked faster. Glancing over his shoulder he spotted the spunky nurse staring him down. “I’m going home for the holidays.”
“Forget something?” She raised a brow appraisingly.
“The dressing gown belongs to the hospital and I couldn’t find where you hid my clothes.”
Normally the Friday fictions are a single 100 word story, but today’s prompt inspired two separate stories sparked by actual events with my late grandfather. As time wore on it became increasingly difficult for him to stay in the now and so walking down memory lane with him became common. Although he never confused me for anyone else.
The second flash fiction is based on a rather funny event. My grandfather was in the hospital for knee surgery which he later used as an excuse to drop his pants in front of the ladies. To show off his knee, of course. But while he was in the hospital he decided he was ready to go home. He promptly removed the hospital gown, neatly folded it and hung it over the support meant for his leg hanging above the bed. He then left the room and head down the hall in his birthday suit. It’s unclear how he planned to get home from the hospital naked and without a wallet, but he never made it far enough to find out. It became one of the nurse’s favorite stories. I can’t imagine why.
And because you can never have too much of a good thing when it comes to music – an amazingly great rendition of Silent Night by one of my favorites…
May your weekend be Merry and Bright.
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