Sunday Photo Fiction — The Thaw
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. My story begins after the picture. For more stories from gifted writers click on the little blue froggie.
George tapped his cane on the table hard. This indicated to the attendant that he was finished with his breakfast.
Percy knew the drill. He wheeled George to the same window after breakfast every day. He would be back in two hours to take George back to his room for his mid morning nap.
George was well aware it was winter by the icicles on the window frame. The thought crossed his mind that this may be the last winter he would experience. “When the icicles melt away it will be time for me to pass away also,” he said out loud.
He relived the memory that brought him to his place just about every day. Since he lived alone after his wife’s death and was 86 years old the pulling back of his living room curtains signified he was alright. The curtains remained closed that fateful morning. He had fallen off the toilet and hit his head on the nearby tub. He would have been on the floor for who knows how long had he not made arrangements with his neighbor across the street.
Percy returned and turning George around said, “Looks like them icicles beginning to thaw Mr. George.”
George slumped in his chair mumbled, “Yes Percy they are indeed.”
kept saving this challenge thinking maybe an inspiration would hit, but nothing… You, sir, did a beautiful job with the challenge.
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Inspiration hits at the strangest times. That’s why I carry a notebook. Lots of them happen while I’m sleeping so of course I can’t remember them in the morning:-)
DJ
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That was very moving, Danny.
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The winter of the year and the winter of life. A great story.
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Thanks Al! Always appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
DJ
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You’re welcome Danny 🙂
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..and with a heavy heart, I click “like.” another good one.
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Thanks! Based largely on a true story. My father, 86, did die from a fall from a toilet. And his neighbor did keep an eye out for dad to open the curtains in the morning.
DJ
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I imagine you do think like that when you get old.
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Check back with me in a few years and see if I think that way 🙂
DJ
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