Friday Fictioneers — It’s Not Rocket Science

AB9DBFF3-73C4-47DC-9A06-0E52DA74F819“I want to do a conga line dance,” Mildred said. Her four adult children were visiting Mildred at her nursing when Barbara, the oldest, asked her mother what she wanted to do.

“A conga line dance?” Barbara said. “Mother, don’t be silly. You’re in a wheelchair. How can you do a conga line dance?

Mildred got an annoyed look on her face. “You’re the one being silly, Barbara,” she said. “Your brothers, your sister, and you line up behind me and push me around the grounds in my chair while we dance to conga music. It’s not rocket science, dear.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Linda Kreger.

10 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — It’s Not Rocket Science

  1. Nan Falkner August 30, 2019 / 7:06 pm

    She has common sense for sure! I like the thought of pushing an occupied wheelchair around. It sounds reasonable to me! Nicely done!

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  2. Abhijit Ray September 2, 2019 / 4:21 am

    Mildred is a nice name. She is open to many possibilities despite being on a wheelchair unlike her children who appear to be healthy and able bodied. Mildred certainly is more alive.

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