It’s Friday Fictioneers— my weekly dose of flash fiction, from a photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields brings us together, with photo prompts from various sources. The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end, and only 100 words. Check out other stories on Rochelle’s page, here. My story is 99 words.
“I want to do it on my own, James.” Geraldine’s voice hinted at a whine, she hated to hear. She cleared her voice and continued. “I’ve waited thirty years to explore these ruins again; I refuse to let my… illness, keep me from it.”
“Darling, Huntington’s can’t keep you from that— There’s a railing; please use it.”
“More cold medal, another reminder that I can’t walk on my own anymore.” She paused, afraid she’d cry. “I want to walk, and remember how sweet it was, the day I met you here.”
“Then take my hand, love. Take my hand.
As soon as I saw the photo this week, the railing jumped out at me. It struck me as jarring to see ancient ruins with the dark line of the rail, running through the view. And then I began to think about the people who rely on that rail. The story was right there.
This post is dedicated to my mother, my aunt, and my grandmother, who all lived with Huntington’s Disease (learn more here), and remained fiercely independent to the end. It’s dedicated to my sister who fights HD, and holds her husband’s hand, because she loves to. It’s a reminder that we don’t need to go it alone.
As always, I appreciate your feedback: positive or constructive, and welcome any comments.