old age

Just a Point Along a Line

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“The sunshine defined us then,” Reg remembered, “But it’s not funeral weather, somehow.”
His shadow cast a twisted figure on the wall. Fleetingly he glimpsed the bullish version of his former self.
He pressed both gnarled hands on his cane, suddenly needing support.
“Well you’re at peace now, Maria.”
His bowed head shrouded tears falling and instantly evaporating on the cobbles.
“Nothing in the grand scheme of things, just a point along an everlasting line, but we were everything then.”
“Are you alright senhor?” A young woman had appeared beside him.
He smiled, “Thank-you, I will be in a minute.”

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

Time Erodes, Time Forgets, Winter’s Cold.

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Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A tired old lady tensed in the seat sculpted to her frail shape by long, meagre afternoons of TV soap operas.
“They shouldn’t do that with eggs.” She whispered weakly at the screen. “They can have their protest but, they shouldn’t throw eggs.”
Even the television, her last dependable, daily companion seemed to be deserting her.
A brittle blue sky glimmered through the frosted winter window, the last vestiges of sunshine vainly battling winter’s despotic march.
Tears coursed over time-parched cheeks, hung on her cracked lips.
“What my mother could have done with those eggs. They never should throw eggs.”

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