The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Piya Singh
All Alone
“Mother, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m downsizing. It’s happens when people retire, you know.”
“Yeah, but . . . “
“Don’t ‘Yeah, but’ me, Henry, it’s a done deal.”
“But it’s so small! Where will people stay when they come visit?”
“In a hotel, dear. It’s not rocket science.”
Henry tried again to dissuade his mother from moving into the stone cottage. “What if it’s haunted? You can’t even see your neighbor’s house from here. You will be all alone!”
She smiled at the thought. All alone, for the first time in my entire life. “That’s the whole point, dear.”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
For a special treat, check out Chioma’s story, The Vale, in verse.
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Ahh, silence, blessed silence. 🙂
Silence, sometimes so elusive.
Lovely story!
Mum sure knows what she wants.
Thanks for the mention.
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Oh, my, can I identify with her! Good job.
Oh I wish! Well drawn – and heartfelt, I suspect?
Ah, yes. A little solitude goes a long way in maintaining balance.
Hehe – as I have heard say recently, ‘hell is other people’.
Oh yes. She’s got the right idea. Nicely told.
Good story, Tresha. I wouldn’t mind a some cottage if it had some conveniences. I wouldn’t want to spend my retirement carrying water, burning and cleaning kerosene lanterns, and chopping wood. Well done.
You got that right!
Sorry for the typo. That’s supposed to be “stone” cottage not “some” cottage. 😦 — Suzanne
Hahah, I love how the son ran out of arguments. When he got to ‘but what if it’s haunted…’ she had him. Fun story.
It feels like it’s the son she requires to stay at the hotel, so he can’t boss her about. Then again having silence for lesurely contemplation is something I cherish too.