And I Go Wha’th–

I’ve been pushing stones to the tops of mountains trying to keep Mom encouraged and hopeful as she languishes in rehab, trying to get her strength up enough for them to release her home. I’ve been going every day and staying with her three or four hours. I’ve been climbing across officials’ desks and grabbing them by the lapels and pulling their hair and threatening their families and kicking butt and taking names.

So yesterday I couldn’t go because it snowed its brains out and nobody plowed our road. Mom called this morning to tell me I’d better not come.

The day went by and I heard no more.

In the evening, I called her. “I thought you’d call me back,” I said.

“I meant to, but I kept getting interrupted,” she said, in a lilty, chirpy voice. “I have a dog in my room. Well, people, too.” She giggled.

“Oh,” I said. “Call me back when your company’s gone.”

“Okay.” Click. And much time passes.

So now I know: All I needed to do was stay away and send a dog. Either that, or I want what’s she’s having.

JoetobombA WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A failure becomes a success.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “And I Go Wha’th–

  1. Jim Hilton

    February 17, 2015 at 7:22am

    Carry on, faithful Sisyphus. You’re a good daughter.

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  2. Jane

    February 17, 2015 at 9:27am

    That is a HAPPY DOG smile of the first order!
    Thanks for sharing.

    This morning I chased the Girlfriends out of their warm Princess House, while I was looking for Little Fox, to give her a special bowl of kibble where the birds won’t find it. LF waasn’t there, but the Girlfriends leapt up out of the straw and split, bounding over the hills and curbing, into the rear woods. Where the coyotes hung out last winter. Well……………It’s got to be too soon for those canines to be starving yet, eh? Only a day and a half. Naw. No worry.

    Your spicy Momma and her guests!
    Excelsior, Pal!

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      Marian Allen

      February 17, 2015 at 10:21am

      Charlie is shoveling tracks for the car so I can get out of here and see Mom. She was coughing on the phone last night, and I don’t trust them to follow up on it. ~grinding my teeth~

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