Saturday, June 16, 2012

For What Ails You


Her voice a raspy croak, the woman called out, “Joshie, bring Mama her medicine? Please hurry Joshie, Mama’s hurtin’ real bad tonight.”

Without hesitation, the 8-year old sat aside his unfinished homework and took her the tall glass of bourbon and water.

Josh completed his homework, made himself a baloney sandwich for supper and then watched cartoons until bedtime.

Late in the night, he awoke to the familiar sound of Mama vomiting and he sobbed; wishing the medicine would just make her all better instead of making her sicker than she was the night before.  

10 comments:

  1. One of the best entries to FSF this week I think.A very real situation in few words. Well done.

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  2. Oh dear, poor little boy. Nicely drawn portrayal of a situation which is more common than we think.

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  3. I agree with Adam. This is so poignant. Well done.

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  4. This one hurt because I had childhood friends who were given this task by parents. Jeffrey you wrote the scene perfectly swtiching from the child to child who is having to grown up too fast. Really moving.

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  5. Jeffrey...Whew...too real...too sad...too close to home with memories to fresh for someone who grew up with an alcoholic parent. Need I say more?

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  6. A sad betrayal of innocence...expertly written!

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  7. Heartbreaking... but all too real. The perfect example of innocence lost... having to grow up before time!

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  8. Wow, this one ranks up there with the best ones I've read so far -- although it's a sad one to be sure. The portrait painted of the boy is so real and innocent too, mature enough to make his dinner, do his homework, and get to bed. Nice job.

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