The Linchpin – A short Story.

This is the word prompt of the day: FRAZZLE

She was the linchpin of the entire family. She kept them all together, her brothers and sisters, the elderly Aunts, her children and grandchildren. They relied on her to visit, write or telephone, ensuring everything was ok, she’d remind them of family birthdays coming up. Some would even give her a tenner and ask her to sort out a present for them. She made frozen dinners for those of her children who had gone to university to make sure they ate properly and took wholesome meals to the elderly aunts to make sure they kept their strength up. Nephews and Nieces would pop in for one of her sandwiches and a nice cup of tea. 

Even though she didn’t work for a living, she used to carry out errands for a few of her relatives that worked. She babysat, she took dogs for walks, took and picked up dry cleaning. That particular day had been quite busy. She’d gone to her youngest sister and let herself in to wait for a parcel that was going to be delivered. Then when it arrived, she’d popped to Aunt Alice who was in a care home, but had been complaining that no one had been to see her in a while. She’d visited her two days ago, but her mind was going. Then she picked up some shopping for her Daughter who had gone to spain with  her husband and the twins. They were due back tomorrow morning and she wanted to make sure they had some eggs, bread and milk. She was just driving back through rush hour traffic when she realised she hadn’t had any lunch. 

She got home and put the car away in the garage. Then she picked up the groceries she’d bought to make her husband his dinner and walked in. There he sat, just where she’d left him, sitting in his comfy chair and watching the telly. That programme he liked about couples moving from the city to the country was on. 

“OK love? Are you ready for your tea now?”

He looked up at her.

“You’re late aren’t you? I have been waiting for my tea for ages.”

“Yes, I know dear, I was stuck in rush hour traffic. I’ll get it on now. I’ve bought a nice steak for you.”

By the time she’d cooked his dinner and he’d eaten it and gone to bed, she felt exhausted, completely frazzled.

She sat down at last on the sofa.

That was where her husband found her the next morning. 

At the funeral people kept coming up to him and saying, 

“She was the linchpin of the family, you know.”

The End




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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

10 thoughts on “The Linchpin – A short Story.”

    1. Thanks Patty, I’m really glad you liked it. I was sad for the character too, but I wanted to show that there are people who do so much for us that we often don’t appreciate until they’re not there. I remember when my Grandmother died, she had held all the family together and we never realised. 🙂

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