It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers prompt. Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting our group and choosing our prompts, and thanks to Roger Bulltot for this picture he has submitted, the ruins of the Renwick Smallpox Hospital.
I thought of life-and-death battles fought here. Smallpox has been subdued but now cancer is the dreaded foe. Tuesday we attended the funeral of a grandfather who fought a battle with leukemia (CML) and yesterday I made an appointment to have my blood counts checked again. My muse, awash in a wave of blue, delivered this 100-word tale. I hesitated to post it as my F.F. response, but hope you’ll tell me if it sounds too melodramatic or soppy.
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LIFE GOES ON
“Thanks for bringing me to this peaceful spot. Let’s stop awhile. You’re tired of pushing me.”
“Never!” Pearl braked the wheelchair and kissed Grandma’s cheek.
“See those doves nesting up there. The people have passed yet life goes on here. That comforts me. You grandchildren will find mates, build your nests and our family will continue on.
“I’ve been so privileged to see you all grow up, now I get to enjoy these goodbye days. So many don’t.”
Pearl’s eyes teared up. “Don’t give up, Grandma. Another round of chemo…”
“Take me home now, dear. I want to rest.”