Copyright– Claire Fuller
Last Rites
The diagnosis came, “It’s terminal,” the doctor said. The words hit hard, but deep inside, we knew. We had watched her fade after multiple surgeries to remove diseased parts. Braces could no longer support her weakened limbs; the loss of balance and stability, the decrease in body mass–a harbinger of things to come. The once-strong arms couldn’t provide the shelter and security of their younger days. Her presence had become a liability. Who knew when she might fall? Then what would we do? It was decided, she would spend her final days at the Laguna Beach Sawdust Art Festival.
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oh, you’re a monster. you had me going until the ‘her presence was a liability’ turn.
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LOL I think this is the first time I’ve been called a monster, Theresa. I shall have to make a note of it! 😉
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I love surprise endings!
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Thanks, Jan. 🙂
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Double twist there, had me fooled. Well done.
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Thanks, Sandra.
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I love these twisters. 🙂
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Oh, good, yarnspinnerr! 🙂
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Dear Patti,
This story had me in tears until the end which made me smile.
shalom,
Rochelle
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I hope that was a good thing, Rochelle. 🙂 Shalom.
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Great writing….but who are you talking about? Sad, whoever or whatever it is.
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I used the gnarly old tree in front of the church as my prompt, Cindy. Sorry, with only 100 words, it isn’t always as clear as I see it in my head.
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I did not see the twist coming! Love that the tree meant so much to them—even if she got turned into sawdust at the end!
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Oh, good, Wanderer, I was afraid I’d give it away too soon. Thanks for reading.:)
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Toff funny! But… it’s so dusty in here! Is it too late one of my answers from your Share Your World post to ‘Sneezy’?!
🙂
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LOL God bless you, Robert. 🙂
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Seems like a fitting ending for such a great lady – ‘Sawdust Festival’
Made me smile.
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Thanks, Mike. 🙂
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Very clever. I love stories where when you get to the end you just have to read them again.
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Thank you so much, claireful. What a lovely thing to say.
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I love that photo! I love old buildings like the one you have pictured!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
http://deltacountyhistoricalsociety.wordpress.com
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Me, too, Linda. I’d love to pay that one a visit.
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And here I thought they were talking of the matriarch of the family. I thought it was pretty harsh to call her a liability 🙂 A sawdust festival is a respectable end for a tree, though.
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I thought “liability” might give it away, Janna. That would be a cruel thing to say.
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Very deep. Punches you right in the gut. Excellent job.
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Thanks for reading, Angelia. 🙂
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My first reading took it very literally. it was only after I read other comments that I realised my error. Duh. Clever.
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Thanks for taking the time to figure it out, Patrick. Fiction is new to me, so I’m still finding my way. I didn’t want to give it away too soon, but maybe I should have?
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Very clever. At first, I was thinking you were talking about the building caving in – and I wondered what you meant about the sawdust festival. It wasn’t until I read the comments that I got it was the tree. I must be pretty wooden-headed.
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Maybe I should have left better clues, Russell. Thanks for reading.
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Saw dust art festival huh? lol
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It’s a real festival, Dawn! I was wondering how I could end on a happy note with the sawdust demise, so I turned to my good friend Google. Voila!
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I’m not surprised its a real festival, still funny, though.
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A sawdust festival.. that’s one way to end it. … poor old tree.
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That seemed like a happy ending, Bjorn. Thanks for reading.
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We had an old oak being cut down here … and it was used to feed a rare kind of beetle… wonder what’s best.
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Was it cut down for that purpose–to feed the beetle–or was that a side-effect?
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It was a very old oak, and it was claimed it was a hazard. a lot of demonstrations and media… very sad end for the oak… many hundred years old.
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i loved the twist at the end, a pleasant surprise. very effective and masterfully handled. 🙂
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Thanks, kz. 🙂 What a lovely compliment.
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I am so connected to our Oaks that I knew right away!
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Thanks for words of confirmation, Pix. Have a great week!
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You are the queen of flash fiction! I’ve got to learn that art. I can’t write a short story less than 1500 words, and even that is nearly impossible for me. Well, well done!
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I appreciate your kinds words of encouragement, Susan. A hundred words is about all I’m good for! Thank you.
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