Unfinished Business

Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple

10th July, 2015

Photo Prompt – ©Stephen Baum

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

“Angie, it’s best that we don’t prolong his suffering,” said my brother gently.

A freak accident, and my Gerry lay in a deep coma, surrounded by strange tubes, hooked to monitors that beeped. The doctors said there was no ‘hope’, and it would be ‘practical’ to turn off life support.

I wouldn’t let them.

I need you. I am pregnant. You must come back. For me. For our baby.

I whispered to him. Every day. For six months.

Later, he said he remembered seeing a bright light. And hearing happy laughter.

I always knew it wasn’t his time to die.


Word Count: 100

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I lay in bed, exhausted, burning with fever.

A crash of pots, pans.

“Darling, omelette, dry toast. We ran out of butter,” he grins sheepishly, handing me the tray.

Then, he looks at me, eyes like smouldering embers.

I am in love.

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“How Hot Is It?”

That Warm Fuzzy Feeling

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5th June, 2015

Photo Prompt – © C. Hase


“Mommy, what’s that?” she asks, pointing at the rusty old anchor chain.

Should I give her the usual rational explanation?

I didn’t.

“Sweetheart, you know that warm fuzzy feeling when a puppy looks at you, a baby suddenly flashes a gummy smile, a horse trustingly lifts its hoof so you can remove that stone? The chain represents that feeling. It’s called Love. Timeless, eternal, yet strong enough to keep you anchored at all times.”

Her small hand links with mine, as we both turn and look at Love. Ruggedly beautiful against the backdrop of jagged rocks, rough seas, pristine sands.


Word Count: 100

It’s my Birthday on 5th June.

As I look back on the last 43 years of my life, I know it’s love that has kept me anchored, no matter how stormy the seas.
I dedicate this piece to my 12 year old daughter and my husband.


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15th May 2015

Photo Prompt – © Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford

“My flute broke in half,” Sarah sobbed.

“Oh Dear!” said Gramma, “Bring me my glasses sweetie. Also the magic-wand from the kitchen.”

Gramma waved the wand. Out came 25 rabbits and 5 koalas.

“Dear me! Where’s Grampa? He’s muddled up the spells again. Gerry??”

“Yes Harriett, you said something?” Gerald removed his headphones, One Direction “What makes you beautiful” could be heard.

“The flute’s broken. Wand’s not working.”

“No worries dear, I’ll fix both,” said Grampa.

Gramma watered the plants. Grampa went back to the Top 100 Countdown, Sarah practiced for her audition.

Word Count 100

A Spicy Encounter

“How did you meet my son?” she asked

“We work together,” I stammered

“Have some drumstick sambhar,” she said

“Er.. thank you,”

She poured some over the steaming rice, adding a dollop of ghee.

To my horror, I couldn’t stop eating until my bowl was empty. I looked up, my eyes glazed from food euphoria.

“I made it myself. Have more,” Ma-in-law smiled

Food, catharsis, acceptance.


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