Fireworks

“No, no, no” she cried in a spectacular display of temper “I shall not go and that’s an end to it.” Who would have thought that a kindly suggestion could cause such fireworks?

Elizabeth was getting older and although she wouldn’t admit it, she was finding it increasingly difficult to manage on her own.  Her only daughter, being concerned for her mother’s well-being, had taken it upon herself to investigate some assisted living/retirement homes for her.  And the suggestion that they go that afternoon and view one or two of these, was what caused this outburst.

“I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you very much” said Elizabeth and “Your father and I bought the house when we were first married and that’s where you lived your life until you were married.  How could you even suggest that I move out into a little, cramped apartment, surrounded by old people?”

The daughter was at a loss as to what to do next.  But after making her mother a cup of tea and offering a slice of the cake she had made that morning, she decided to leave her mother in peace for the rest of the day.  However, as she was leaving Elizabeth asked her daughter to leave the brochures behind and she would look through them when she had time.

Imagine the daughter’s surprise when the very next morning she had a call from an excited Elizabeth who was keen to look at a couple of places and could they go that afternoon.  Of course, she would be delighted to take her mother and of course they could go that afternoon.

So the fireworks display had been necessary for Elizabeth to vent her distress but the distress it caused to the loving daughter was unnecessary.  And at least the ice was broken and even if they didn’t find anything suitable that day, they could continue to search until they did.

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Trifecta tricycle

This is my entry in this week’s Trifecta Challenge.  The challenge is to write a response using between 33 and 333 words (just scraped in at 324 words) using the word fireworks and the definition below :

Fireworks (Noun) – 
a. display of temper or intense conflict – b. a spectacular display.

If you want to join in, click on the tricycle above and you will be taken to Trifecta’s blog that contains all the instructions.  Do have a go.  I promise you it is fun.

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30 responses to “Fireworks

  1. That’s such a difficult transition — I’m glad this one worked itself out relatively easily.

    • Thanks for reading and for the comment. I am new to the challenge (this is my third attempt) and I am enjoying it. I read your post and have left you a comment too. 😀

  2. Sometimes it has to get a little messy before a resolution presents itself.

    • Thanks for the comment. It isn’t nearly resolved but I do feel that Elizabeth has made the first step forward.
      BTW I have been over to your blog and left a comment. Well done.

  3. Sometimes all it takes is that first suggestion…

  4. This is coming in my life soon…from me, for my parents. It’s nice to have a glimpse. Oh we have another 5 years or more..but who knows, really?

    • Thanks for dropping by and commenting Brenda. I have seen this occur in a friend’s life and know just how hard it can be to let go, almost of one’s independence.:P

  5. I’m glad you’re giving the Trifecta challenge a try this week. I like your story! The fact that the mom rejected the idea first, then warmed to it on her own terms feels realistic to me. No one likes to have their freedom of choice stolen away 🙂

    • I have seen this happen once and feel that I shall probably react in the same way when/if either of my children determine that it’s time for me to move into a retirement facility. Thanks for dropping by. 🙂

  6. You did a great job of this, Judith!

  7. This reminds me so much of my grandma. Making that transition was rough and she needed to do it on her own terms.
    Thanks for linking up with us again. Please come on back on Friday for the new challenge.

  8. The scenario is so plausible. Scott’s grandmother was forced into a nursing home at 96 by a broken hip. But then it healed. (unheard of) And she could have gone home. But she chose to live the last year of her life there, surrounded by nurses (she was a retired nurse) and old people. It was really kind of cool. I wanted more dialogue between Elizabeth and her mother to get more into their characters, but I know the prompt doesn’t leave much room for it!

    • Thanks for dropping by JQ. I have other parts of this story running around in my head – we know that our characters write their own stories don’t we – and so as we say, watch this space.

  9. i remember my parents’ going through this with my grandparents. however, they had no such luck in turning their minds. of course, all my grandparents were very strong-willed and independent individuals who abhorred the idea of ‘help’. i fear i may be the same when i’m older! haha

    • Thanks for reading and commenting Renada. As I have said, I don’t know how I shall respond when my daughter or son come up with this suggestion for me.

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  11. Wow! I was intensely interested in this story you just grabbed out of the air with such ease. You are a superb writer Judith!

  12. Thanks for that Dor. I feel that the story will evolve. So…

  13. This felt so real. Well done!

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