Weekend Writing Prompt — Lucid

“It’s something to ponder,” he said.

“You’re not showing much enthusiasm,” his sister said. “But without divine intervention, we need to take action, even under duress.”

“Mom does have her lucid moments.”

“Face it, it’s time to set sails for the nursing home.”

(43 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “lucid.”Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ponder), The Daily Spur (enthusiasm), Ragtag Daily Prompt (divine), Your Daily Word Prompt (duress), and Word of the Day Challenge (sails).

SoCS — Forever Home


My Forever Home

Today I’m moving into my forever home. Yeah, right.

Let’s see. How many times have I said that? At least half a dozen times. But then circumstances changed and suddenly I found myself packing up and moving once again to my new “forever home.”

But this time I mean it. No more moves. I’m done with that. This is it. Period. Fini.

That is until my circumstances change again, which, given my advanced age, may be a move to a nursing home.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt. Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (forever).

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.