The Chart

It started with a frown, a bespectacled man peering at my chart.

The first casualties, my hairline and appetite. The Chemotherapy proved unsuccessful.

“Inoperable”. “Six months at most”. Someone change the record. This one’s on repeat.

Kept the chart.

Makes a great story for the grandkids.


via Daily Prompt: Tenacious



The wrong gift

She rooted through the suitcases, giggling the entire time she did.

It was still the 24th, the dead of night, but youthful impatience waited for no-one.

Years had improved how she lived up to her favourite tradition.

So much so, that she unearthed the divorce papers intended for the 1st.