Friday Fictioneers – Cast Off

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Everything has changed—the way I fit into the world and how I move through it. In an instant, I have become old. I am invalid. Kind people offer help, and I feel anger. Inquisitive glances glide off me when I look up at them. I am a Teflon pan—nothing sticks to me.

If only I hadn’t climbed that roof. If only I’d left home five minutes later.

“We’ll remove the cast next week,” the doctor says, and I am summoned back to life.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

57 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Cast Off

  1. This makes you reflect on the awful names we attach to those who are differently abled, invalid is really quite an outrageous word with all the connotations that go with it, but a good choice to provoke thought, well done.

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  2. I the distant past I have put casts on a few broken bones. But writing up case notes never was my thing. Thank heavens for fiction writing, and well done you

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  3. We never realize how much we need some parts of our bodies until they aren’t working.
    When I had knee surgery I felt incapable of breathing. Odd ??? I suppose I was in shock.
    People do react a bit different when you walk in with crutches. I liked the direction of this imdightfully
    written tale, Neil. Have a wonderful weekend …
    Be Safe … Isadora 😎

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