Geriatric City

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PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

It’s awful to see her there, fully aware she’s surrounded by people who can’t differentiate between a pig and a pencil!

Today mum was weeping.

“They washed my favourite woollen jumper in the machine.  My heather-coloured Edinburgh Mill cable-knit your dad bought.  They didn’t ask, crept in during the night and stole it.  It’s not machine-washable and it’s ruined.  I would’ve told them it has to be hand-washed,” she sobbed.

I went to retrieve it from the laundry and found a grotesquely shrunken and matted garment that wouldn’t have fitted a Barbie doll.

My heart broke for my lovely mum.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

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The Importance of a Large Dowry

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“I can’t walk in this ensemble let alone descend stairs elegantly.”  The whalebone corset was fastened so tightly, Elizabeth could hardly breathe.

“Hold your head high and compose yourself,” her mother tutored.  “Your future husband could be among the suitors downstairs.  You need to impress so you can choose from them, rather than having to accept the only request for your hand.”

“I am aware of the importance, mother,” she retorted.  Not having a large dowry on offer, she had to use her other assets to full advantage.

Elizabeth summoned her courage, breathed in deeply and took her first step.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

A New Beginning

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PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

It was dusty and basic at the moment, but the potential was unquestionable.  A round room!  It would be delightful.  The rustic quarry tiles would be so cool in the harsh, unyielding heat of summer.

Her desk would overlook the timeworn patio festooned with vines.  Trilliums would spread beneath the tree.  The heady fragrance of bougainvillea would be ever-present.  A true haven with everything she loved most in the world.

The rest of the house was mediocre, but this room, she would live in this room!

The setting would be perfect to inspire her to write again after her loss.

 

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Grandfather Reviewed

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Grandad, what did you do for work?”

The withered old man glowed with pride.

“I worked in Saville Row.  I were a Master Craftsman.  Then I were called to war and got me finger blewn off.  ‘Ad to change profession after t’war,” he remembered sadly.  “Could still sew, but not quick enough for ‘em.  Made yer grandma’s wedding dress, I did.  ‘It be in ‘er wardrobe still, come!”

“That thar dress were me masterpiece.  Only the best for yer grandmother.”

He marvelled at the intricate stitching, handmade lace and saw a different grandfather to the one he thought he knew.

Word Count:100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.