#Flashfictionchallenge – Pushing her

Her challenges were not visible. She had no wheelchair, guide dog, prosthesis or hearing aid. It would have been easier if they were visible.

She carried herself with aplomb. Engaging well with her colleagues and clients. Sometimes she was aggressive, but it wasn’t noticeable to people who did not know her well.

It was inside her brilliant mind that the cracks lurked. Gaps in her mental processes that stopped some of the usual though connections from happening.

Her husband plastered over the cracks and built bridges to breech the gaps. He carried her; pushing her in a mental wheelchair.

This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge:

January 9, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a carried wife. Why is she being carried? Who is carrying? Pick a genre if you’d like and craft a memorable character. Go where the prompt leads!

You can join in here: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/10/january-9-flash-fiction-challenge/

53 thoughts on “#Flashfictionchallenge – Pushing her

          1. Does he usually Robbie? What age is he . Sometimes age can affect people’s behaviour, like 5 or 7 year cycles. It may just be a blip. Perhaps you have all been busier than normal.💜

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          2. He is turning 17 in February. I think he has been stressed because of the on-going load shedding and knowing that we may have to leave South Africa. It is hard for our kids dealing with these sorts of crisis all the time and there is the terrible crime as well which they know about.

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  1. This reminds me of several ailments that begin in childhood and evolve with the growing adult. Like Dyslexia. There are others but I can’t think of them right now. And those adults some with the help of others function quite well. Some without meditations. I can see this also with the adult who has never learned to read. We need if we have to judge; judge the true heart – quirks should not define us.

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