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Another Warm Day In Hell

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Every day they wheel me out here. Tell me the warm sun will do me good. Poppycock! They just want me out of the way. Never ask me what I want. Talk to me as if I’m stupid. If only I could get out of this bloody chair, I’d show them. Anyone would think I wanted to be in this god-forsaken place. All down to that son of mine putting me here. Money-grabbing bastard. If any of them think I’m going to make their life’s easier by dying any day soon, they’ve got another think coming. I’ll show the buggers.

MikeJackson©2015

100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

7 thoughts on “Another Warm Day In Hell

  1. I think the money grabbing son should have thought a bit harder before sending his parent off to a home. I can see this determined being living until all the money’s gone. Good strong voice.

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