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FF – Release

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.

My story this week is a real downer. Yay!

Copyright Roger Bultot

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

Frank grimaced as his pain-racked body refused to cooperate. Why won’t they just let me go? he wondered. I’m an old man, crippled, in agony. Even the pill bottle he’d acquired had failed him, his fingers too gnarled, too weak.

The cold just made it worse.

Cold? They’ve left the window open…

He dragged himself slowly, painfully across the room and hauled himself onto the sill. One more metre…

The pain fell away, an incredible lightness overtook him. I can fly! He shot upwards, spiralling, joyful, pain-free!

Far below, someone screamed. A crowd gathered. Mobile phones recorded the scene.

 

  1. February 1, 2017 at 9:02 pm

    That was a good one. Love the description of flying. 🙂

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    • February 1, 2017 at 9:08 pm

      Sadly he only actually flew for a couple of storeys (in his physical body anyway) 😦

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      • February 2, 2017 at 12:33 pm

        Ohhhh, hysterical laughter ensues….That’s bad, but durn its funny!

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      • February 2, 2017 at 1:58 pm

        🙂

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  2. February 1, 2017 at 9:17 pm

    Something told me he would be finding final release through that window…

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  3. February 1, 2017 at 10:07 pm

    I had a feeling someone was going to take a flying leap when I saw the photo! 🙂

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  4. February 1, 2017 at 10:44 pm

    I hate those pill bottles. Well done with this week’s prompt.

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    • February 2, 2017 at 8:35 am

      Thanks, I’m glad you liked it! I have trouble with “child-safe” bottles too.

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  5. February 2, 2017 at 12:45 am

    And . . . the mobile phone pics. That line made me really sad. Good story.

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    • February 2, 2017 at 8:36 am

      Yes, it’s sad that in today’s world it would definitely happen. They’d probably be on Facebook before the emergency services even arrived.

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  6. February 2, 2017 at 3:22 am

    Probably the answer to the question “Where is Superman when we need him?” Not the answer we wanted.

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    • February 2, 2017 at 8:36 am

      Then, he didn’t want rescuing.

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  7. February 2, 2017 at 4:54 am

    At least he had a moment of weightlessness. I feel for those people on the ground, though; what an awful thing that must be to witness.

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  8. February 2, 2017 at 5:57 am

    I hope he fell on a few of those mobile phone wielding youngsters… the collateral damage more than worth it for poor Frank’s release….

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  9. February 2, 2017 at 8:55 am

    Some very realistic touches in this. Particularly the unopenable pill-bottle and the mobile phone snappers. Well done!

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    • February 2, 2017 at 9:01 am

      Thanks! Quite a sad scene but I tried to make it as realistic as possible.

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  10. February 2, 2017 at 1:34 pm

    So sad, that people suffer so much when they age. Wonderful descriptions and sad reality of modern society at the end. Brilliantly told.

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    • February 2, 2017 at 2:00 pm

      Thanks! I was hoping to portray both those ideas.

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  11. February 2, 2017 at 2:48 pm

    Dear Ali,

    There are those who are in it for the photo op. What did we do before those camera phones? What a flock of vultures. So much emotion in this story…and that last line…you can see how that got me going. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • February 2, 2017 at 3:18 pm

      Dear Rochelle,
      After his rather poetic release from pain I thought I’d bring the real world in with a thump. I don’t understand some people.
      I’m glad you liked it!
      Ali

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  12. February 2, 2017 at 4:06 pm

    Oh dear! Such a drastic action! He’s pain free now.

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  13. michael1148humphris
    February 2, 2017 at 4:08 pm

    A story that asks questions about how we care for those who suffer – well done.

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:26 am

      Thanks. He didn’t seem to have much support.

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  14. February 2, 2017 at 4:57 pm

    Good for him suppose that horrific for those left behind.

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:26 am

      Also for those who saw it happen.

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  15. February 2, 2017 at 6:42 pm

    “Mobile phones recorded recorded the scene.” How morbid it is. What have we become?

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:27 am

      And it would happen, too. Nasty 😦

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  16. February 2, 2017 at 7:19 pm

    Well done, as always. Don’t know whether to laugh or cry. This reminds me of the Black Mirror episode in which a lady is calling out desperately for help, but everyone around her does nothing except film her with their mobile phones.

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:27 am

      Thanks!
      I have Black Mirror on my Netflix watch list. Maybe it’s time I gave it a whirl!

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  17. February 2, 2017 at 8:02 pm

    Great imagery. Really felt for Frank, the poor bloke, but was smiling with him at the end.

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:28 am

      It’s quite a bitter sweet tale. I’m glad you liked it!

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  18. February 2, 2017 at 9:36 pm

    I can understand, Frank.

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:28 am

      😦
      Hugs.

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      • February 3, 2017 at 1:55 pm

        I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be an asshat. I loved your story.

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      • February 3, 2017 at 2:16 pm

        You weren’t being an asshat, that was my “I feel for you” sad face.
        I’m glad you enjoyed my story 🙂

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  19. February 2, 2017 at 11:39 pm

    another sad story this week. i’d read several already. 🙂

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    • February 3, 2017 at 8:29 am

      I didn’t even see the flower, just the window and the long drop…

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  20. February 3, 2017 at 12:18 pm

    At least he went with a smile on his face. Delightful.

    My story is called Stardust

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    • February 3, 2017 at 2:14 pm

      Thanks. Yes, he’s at peace now.

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  21. February 3, 2017 at 5:09 pm

    I think he’s an Angel now ❤ Pawkisses for a Happy Weekend 🙂 ❤

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  22. February 4, 2017 at 12:24 pm

    Chronic, acute pain. So much worse than we ever imagined. He has my sympathyl.

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  23. February 4, 2017 at 4:45 pm

    Sounds like they left him no choice. Loved the bit about filming it all on mobiles, there is no dignity proffered to anyone these days it seems.

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    • February 5, 2017 at 7:47 am

      Everything will get captured on video these days. No privacy, no dignity.

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  24. February 5, 2017 at 5:24 pm

    I love the detail with the pills… a brutal end, I have heard old people in pain telling the same

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    • February 5, 2017 at 6:05 pm

      I’ve not had any personal experience but I can imagine.

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  25. February 6, 2017 at 1:28 am

    I love the last line..so fitting for our times.

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  26. February 6, 2017 at 1:42 am

    Loved your comments as much as the story. Hope to be reading more of your stories now that I am back on line.

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    • February 6, 2017 at 8:30 am

      I’m glad you liked it! I do get some good comments.

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  27. February 7, 2017 at 6:19 am

    I also knew what was going to happen, Ali. All signs pointed to it. I’m wondering if someone left the window open on purpose. I have arthritis also, but not that bad. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • February 7, 2017 at 8:07 am

      That’s a good thought, maybe someone did leave it open on purpose. I’m glad you liked it!

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  28. February 7, 2017 at 9:35 am

    Who left that window open?
    We will be suing them.

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  29. February 7, 2017 at 1:41 pm

    To someone old and in constant pain I can see how the open window proved too much of a temptation. I particularly like all the little details in this, including his pain-free flying. And the last sentence brings us down to earth with the scene of 2017 reality.

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    • February 7, 2017 at 4:39 pm

      I’m glad you enjoyed it, and picked out all the points too 🙂

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  30. February 8, 2017 at 2:47 am

    I could see it all happening – well painted.

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  31. pennydanger
    February 14, 2017 at 3:54 am

    If Frank won’t be needing the orchid anymore and no one else wants it…well…

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