Suddenly, it’s Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers (don’t ask, just accept it, we do) ~Writers from all over the globe come together to submit their 100 word stories or poems, inspired by the weekly prompt sent out by our lovely purple leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  It is her birthday today so join me in sending her the warmest of birthday wishes.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCHELLE.   The photo this week comes courtesy of the lady herself, my story follows the photo.


Copyright - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100


“It’s just clutter, nothing of value, why can’t I throw it out?”

“That’s my grandmother’s button tin you’re holding.  Remember how we used the big buttons to teach you to count?”

Laura glared at her mother and sighed.

 “You don’t need any of it.”

“How do you know what I need?”

“I look after you mother, I think I know.”

Isobel watched as her daughter walked around, calculating  how many boxes they’d need.

“Laura, you pop in briefly, collect my prescription, get my groceries, but you can’t give me what I need.”

“And what would that be?”

Isobel smiled






53 thoughts on “Timeless

  1. Dear Dee,

    What a delightful, yet sad story that is, unfortunately, true for too many. Your writing is spot on and the story made me ache inside.

    Thanks for the birthday wishes. Can I claim 40 again, too? 😉




    • Dear Rochelle
      It is sad that there are many old people who are left alone for too long.
      Hope you had a lovely birthday – same day as my sister so you are in good company!!
      Happy to welcome you to the 40 Again Club!
      Take care


  2. AAAAAAND I’m crying. My heart just dropped into my stomach and my eyes are leaking. Thanks, DEE!!!! (No, really, beautiful story, darling)


  3. I absolutely love this. It’s moving. I can certainly relate to why she needs that button. When all the dust has settled on your life, all you have left are the buttons you picked up along the way. The daughter is still so caught up in her dust cloud of living that she’ll never realize it until she gets to be her mom’s age and, her mom is long gone, what her mother was talking about. A paradox of life.


  4. Great rounded flash tale. Sad, it is so often the case in this busy world. And people’s idea of care if so different. What we think people need and what they actually need. And the way we hang onto different things for different reasons. It is all too easy to bulldoze through without understanding.
    Makes me want to go and visit the old girl and hold her hand.

    Great characters.


  5. Beautifully done, Dee!
    And really, when is there ever time enough? Time to be gained instead of lost, spent instead of wasted? I suppose only right now, in this very moment, yes?


    • Thank you Troy, good to hear from you.
      We all complain occasionally that we don’t have enough time, when we all have exactly the same amount. How we spend our time is the issue and prioritising the important things in our lives.
      Take care


  6. So sad for the mother, who is obviously housebound, to be completely dependent on the daughter for survival as well as companionship. Hopefully, Laura’s boxes mean her mother is moving to a communal place where she will find other residents with similar interests.


  7. Great take on the prompt, Dee. Well written, modern and topical. You characterised well: the unsympathetic, emotionally-blackmailing daughter; her mother who typifies the situation of so many. In fact, you could say Mother has too much time on her hands and not the ability to fill it productively because of mobility problems and isolation. I’m very lucky, at 62 I’m fit and active and creative and independent. Many of my own age are not. I hope the packing will bring something good for Mother. Ann


    • Dear Ann
      Thank you for your very well rounded comments. I wanted to show the important link between possessions and memories for the older generation.

      I have a neighbour 95, and although she gets very confused with today’s world, and annoyed with the political situation, her face lights up when she tells me of her travels in Europe in the late fifties. With the help of photographs and a few treasured possessions, she relives her journeys and captivates me with her stories.

      Good to hear from you



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