This post is written for the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, Week #155. The subject prompt this week is “as time passes.”
I entered the room and saw my grandfather sitting hunched on the floor watching the old black and white television. He had on his bib overalls that he always wore. In addition he wore an old beret, which was strange for an old man who came up north from Missouri. Huntley-Brinkly was on the news.
As time passes I enter the room and I see my son sitting crossed legged on the floor watching our new 65 inch big screen TV. He had on his old high school sweat shirt and was barefooted and texting. Lester Holt is on news.
This post is written in response to the 100 Word Challenge.
The prompt this week is:…but my poor old feet…
It was a cool Sunday morning with no traffic. I was eight miles into my ten mile run. My years of training were starting to pay dividends with faster times. Two days before the marathon.
I never saw the vehicle hit me. Blam! I found myself on the payment. I could see my old running shoes beside me. A striking white bone protruded from my arm.
The paramedics arrived in a short time.
The lady in Blue looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. “Are you an organ donor Sir?”
“You can take anything but my poor old feet.”
Friday Fictioneers 100 Words Challenge: Walking Away
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Mom said she never changed anything after they took me to prison. Except Howdy Doody. “Hi Mr. Doody!” He was on the floor the last time I saw him.
The man had entered my room and threw him at me and called me a baby before he left and hurt my mom. I killed him with that big knife mama used to cut up meat. The courts said I didn’t know right from wrong. I knew. You stab someone 34 times you know. You keep count.
The guards tell me it is time to return. I keep saying “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time!”