Sunday, April 29, 2012

Trifextra by Diane Turner

His nurse: OMG! Check the stairs. He couldn’t have gotten far. He’s crippled and doesn't know what day it is, for god’s sake. Throw the front door lock, Jerome, NOW. Restraints await you, old goat.

His daughter: He’s what? Gone? What do you mean gone? He’s 96 and can’t remember his own name and you people let him wander off unnoticed? Careless imbeciles! If he doesn’t get killed, I’ll sue.

Him: Freedom! The air smells clean out here, and look at the sun. At last, clear of that witch of a nurse and that other nasty woman, claiming to be my daughter. I’m free.

10 comments:

  1. FREEDOM! Run, old man, RUN! :)

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    1. I'm rooting for the old guy, too. Thanks for reading.

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  2. This is good! I'm rooting for the old guy too!

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    1. Ditto. Thanks a bunch for commenting.

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  3. I've visited a few homes...they are a bit like prisons. I hope his taste of freedom lasts.

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  4. Thanks for linking up to Trifecta this weekend. I loved your response. I've worked in several homes. Someone was always heading for the door. Heartbreaking. Great job capturing the different perspectives. Hope to see you back again soon.

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    1. Thank you. The saddest are those who get all dressed up and wait all day for someone who never comes. Yikes.
      Thanks for your kind words.

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  5. Sounds like my neighbor, except that by the time he got to us, he was ready to go home again.

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  6. PS - I particularly liked the part where all he wanted was the sun. I can identify with that.

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  7. Wow. I know someone in elder care and boy does she ever dislike a lot of co-workers and how little they care about the spirits of the elders for whom they "care". Excellent job!

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