Tag Archives: ageing

I got life: 99 Word flash Fiction

At sixty the doctor said, “Prepare to die.” Not ready for death she followed orders special diet, multiple pills ingested. At seventy the doctor said, ” Carry on. Increase these pills breathlessness will be gone.” All good, she thought I … Continue reading

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The Decline: Friday Fictioneers

As a child he swung me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He was tall and strong, like the oak tree in the garden, his arms like branches that offered love and protection. I listened to his wisdom … Continue reading

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Signs of Growth: Weekly Photo Challenge

Starting life As nought but seed pushing and shoving to see daylight From the day the world is entered growth is what is deemed important the seedling turns into plant puppies thank god turn to dogs kittens too cats become  … Continue reading

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Hats for Refugees: Friday Fictioneers

She fell asleep watching television, reading, even at the computer. She fell asleep anywhere but in her bed. “There’s something wrong with me. I can’t stay awake.” “No there isn’t. You’re ninety Mum. Old people sleep a lot. Even I … Continue reading

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Self Care: 99 Word Flash Fiction

Prue’s mother was proving difficult. “Mum, self-care is the most appropriate place for you.” “I’ll stay here if  I have to self-care. I want help.” “But Mum in self-care you get help. Meals are provided, cleaning done,  bed linen changed … Continue reading

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The patient: Friday Fictioneers

Fran was allocated the new arrival in Bed 6.  Despite the handover she was unprepared for the stench that filled her nostrils on entering the cubicle. He lay, unconsious, in a foetal position. The pores of his skin black with … Continue reading

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