Depart

The rain has stopped, but the water keeps rising. It’s risen a foot since last night, and it’s predicted it will only get worse.

Grandpa guides his wheelchair to the window overlooking the river. “The Johnsons have gone.”

I squint at the “For Sale” sign hanging from their banister. “Maybe we should too.”

“All my years at sea and this is how God decides I’m to die,” he says, brushing the dust off his collection of nautical navigational instruments.

“God didn’t say you have to stay.”

“Did he say I can go?” he asks, but we both know the answer.

word count: 100

—Nortina


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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers challenges you to write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to ready other stories and add your own.

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23 thoughts on “Depart

  1. Difficult situation. I guess he wants the comfort of his house and life around him. But maybe, it is best for him to leave before things get too dangerous. He will always have his memories and it might be harder to help him leave later. Great write.

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