Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines. Here is the picture.
And the words:
“At last, the relative had left and – as with most promised things in life – there was no soaring joy accompanying the event.”
From Ed McBain’s Give the Boys a Great Big Hand
And here is my story:
I thought I would pay a surprise visit to Agnes. She’s a distant cousin and has just moved into to one of those lovely little secure homes for the elderly but not quite infirm. They each have their own little house in a row with a panic button and a nurse on hand, just in case. They are just so quaint. I still live in my own home, which I’m very proud of, not many people in their eighties can say that, can they?
I thought it would be so nice for Agnes to have a visitor, someone to reminisce over the old days.
The house was very quaint with flowers growing up into the eaves. Not big enough for me, though easy to keep clean. I knocked on the door, Agnes was quite taken aback to see me, after all these years!
She didn’t particularly want to talk about the old days, she said old days were best left in the past and you’ve got to face the future. As if she had much future, at her age. I didn’t stay too long. I didn’t feel welcome somehow.
Agnes turned from the closing door. At last, the relative had left and – as with most promised things in life – there was no soaring joy accompanying the event. Only relief
Agnes called out to her boyfriend, hiding in the bedroom “It’s alright, she’s gone. I never could stand Cousin Millicent, always so full of herself and too stuck in the past.”
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/June/2018