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Here are the words:
This week's prompts are:
1. peril*
2. coral*
3. sure*
4. rocky*
5. lampshades*
6. furious immobility*
Along with a photo of a trail which River herself has walked.
George, I'm getting fed up with Mother. You know how that is. She keeps reliving the glory days of the one time she completed the 100 metre dash in the Olympics for France. She didn't even place, but it made her an expert on all things running, hiking, walking and marathoning.
Let's face it, George, I was a disappointment to her. I was the type of athlete that fell over her own shoelaces. I tried, of course, in my teenage years, but I'm more the intellectual type as you know. The fact that I'm a physicist Mother finds so amusing. She's always apologizing for the way I've turned out.
Now that she's in the wheelchair, I guess you could say she's sure in a permanent state of furious immobility. She always dresses in her favourite coral tracksuits and I have to wheel her out every day onto the rocky trail near the home. But not before she demands her "perils". Mother has never mastered the English language even though she moved to the UK long before I was born. So I fetch her pearls for her and place them around her neck. Incongruous really with the track suit. Then I have to make sure she wears that ridiculous lampshade of a hat, that huge purple beast, so that the sun won't damage her perfect skin. You could at least take your turn doing all this, George. Stop avoiding her. And me.
Honestly, George, it's a miracle I don't upend that wheelchair and let it slide down the cliff.
No one would be any the wiser.
Listen to her George. She, and your mother, NEED you to step up and carry some of the load...
ReplyDeleteDo brothers ever step up? I think not.
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Fabulous story! I'm delighted with it and agree with EC of course. George must step up and do his share. After all, one day it could be him in that wheelchair and he might then regret not helping out...
ReplyDeleteI think he never will and oh dear, Mother is going to come a cropper one of these days.
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I especially love how you used 'perils", WWW -LOL! Good story and probably not far from the truth in some cases!
ReplyDeleteI've added my own effort here, and at River's blog too....
Coral sighed as she finished signing a pile of official forms. Her parents had chosen that pretty first name for their only daughter because, as her mother held the new-born child close, they were sure that their baby exactly matched the colour of mother's coral bead necklace.
Coral's sighs, deep as they were, were not quite as heartfelt as in years past, at the start of what she called her years of "furious immobility". She had learned, slowly, to live with immobility brought on by advancing age and associalted infirmities. All, however, was not lost. She had retained, and polished, her artistic talents and acute sense of style. She had built up a thriving cottage industry decorating lampshades to order; subject matter and style to be chosen by the customer.
Coral's thriving business couldn't make up for something she still especially missed - her Sunday morning walks along a rocky pathway from her isolated property to the village and its ancient Norman church. From the highest point of the pathway the distant shining ocean became clearly visible - Coral still profoundly missed this view .
Sunday morning radio now supplied Coral with a church service. She'd raise her voice in unison with the hymn-singing :
"Oh hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea".
Her photograph album provided many visual memories of her beloved rocky walk, as did the painting on her own beautiful lampshade!
Oh this is marvellous T. I really got caught up in Coral and her talents and longings.
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Who doesn't dislike one's mother now and then? Lol.
ReplyDeleteEspecially the demanding unfeeling ones, Gigi!
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Go on then, tip her over the edge. You know you want to.....
ReplyDeleteDon't tell anyone Friko. It was an accident of course.
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of course, the brakes failed.
DeleteThe frustration of a care giver. I sure hope she doesn't give in to the temptation.
ReplyDeleteI think she just might :)
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