Friday Fictioneers – The Last Resort

ff150415Oily, black tears ran down his cheeks. ‘She’s still inside. Hurry. Please hurry,’ Bob screamed.

Bob and Joan Eastman had lived in that same cream house for over 50 years. Six children had been raised in its rooms – three of them were now Lawyers, one a Doctor. Now it was just Bob and Joan, but Joan hadn’t quite been herself since a stroke last winter, and Bob was struggling to cope.

I reached out and cupped his trembling hands within my own. As the medics ushered Bob towards the ambulance the faintest smell of petrol lingered on my fingers.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge

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36 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Last Resort

  1. ansumani

    Sad to think that someone with grown succesful children (I’m assuming ofcourse with 3 Lawyers and 1 doctor) has to resort to this…Well told.

    Reply
    1. paulmclem Post author

      Thanks, Mick. Think I had an image of Bob giving his wife pills (consensually) and then burning the house down to cover his tracks. Elaborate, and probably far fetched, but I thought it was worth a go 🙂

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