Sunday Photo Fiction -Reflection On Reflection

Every week we are given a photo to use as a prompt so we can write a piece of fiction in story form, poetry form or any other way you like as long as you keep it within the 200 words.

If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image. Each opens in a new tab or browser.

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Looking out the window, Sarah watched the colours of the sky change. Blues gave way to orange and yellows, which then gave way to russet, red, dark reds before finally going fully dark. She looked at her father sat in his wheelchair and wondered what he was thinking. Recently, she finally convinced him to use the chair after his ability to walk deteriorated every day. Since “giving in” as he called it, he barely said anything. It worried her, and she didn’t like leaving him alone, but her own family needed her. She was torn between her responsibility to him, and that to her husband.

The latter didn’t like her spending so much time with her father as he felt it created a melancholy that worsened every time she returned home.  “Why couldn’t her brother look after him for a change?”  Unfortunately, he was mentally disabled and would not be able to.

She knelt by her father and held his hand. “Dad. You are not giving up, you are making yourself more mobile. Please see it that way. Hell, change your name to Davros if you want.”

As she left, she saw a lone tear roll down his cheek.

38 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction -Reflection On Reflection

    • Thanks Dawn. I really feel for the daughter. Attempting to cheer him up, but with no luck. Losing your mobility must be so devastating, especially if you have been very mobile before that.

  1. It’s hard for both the child and parent when the parent becomes less mobile. I know from experience. I haven’t given into a wheelchair around the house yet. I use a walker and the doctor said to walk more. I stiffen up from staying in one position. Good writing, Al. —- Suzanne

  2. Old age is sad – could empathize with this scene very well. On a different note, I didnt quite get the reference to Davros. I tried googling but…

  3. I echo the others, very touching and sad. Such a hard thing, to lose your mobility, and also to be the child caring for the parent. Her reference to Davros shows how well she knows her Dad, that she doesn’t even have to explain it. Although I thought that would make him smile a bit, at least. 😉 I mean, things didn’t work out so well for Davros in the end, but he had a good run of it for a while.

  4. Great piece Al. It’s too true to life. As CE said, something we will probably all experience sometime ourselves, and have experienced from the daughters POV (or a grandchilds view).

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