Free at Last

March 25, 2020 at 9:20 am 45 comments

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 27 March 2020

Jeff Arnold
Photo Credit: Jeff Arnold

 
After school, Tommy went to visit his grandfather at the nursing home.

As soon as he saw him, he grabbed his shirt not wanting to let go.

“Take me out of here,” he begged. “It feels like prison.”

As a roving journalist, he traveled the world over. But getting old wasn’t very kind. His playground started to shrink as age and health issues took their toll.

“Grandpa, I’ll let mom know,” Tommy said.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

A week later his grandfather passed away peacefully while asleep.

Tommy imagined him walking excitedly outside without his walker. He was free at last.

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  • 1. Iain Kelly  |  March 25, 2020 at 9:25 am

    A nice way to look at death as being set free. For some it will be.

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    • 2. plaridel  |  March 26, 2020 at 8:39 am

      iain:

      i guess getting old is ok. but once you’re health deteriorates, it becomes a burden.

      Reply
  • 3. ceayr  |  March 25, 2020 at 11:01 am

    I guess Mom didn’t want to know…

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    • 4. plaridel  |  March 26, 2020 at 8:38 am

      ceayr:

      it was hard for his mom for sure. grandpa’s passing was a relief.

      Reply
  • 5. msjadeli  |  March 25, 2020 at 2:38 pm

    And that’s probably exactly what he did, and then rose towards the shining gates awaiting him. Sounds like Tommy and his grandfather were close. Very sentimental story, Plaridel.

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    • 6. plaridel  |  March 26, 2020 at 8:37 am

      msjadeli:

      tommy and his grandfather had a very special relationship indeed.

      Reply
  • 8. rochellewisoff  |  March 25, 2020 at 6:04 pm

    Dear Plaridel,

    I believe Grandpa is free. Touchingly well-told story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • 9. plaridel  |  March 26, 2020 at 8:37 am

      rochelle:

      thank you for your generous comment. much appreciated.

      Reply
  • 10. Sandra  |  March 26, 2020 at 12:30 am

    Freedom. A good word for release.

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    • 11. plaridel  |  March 26, 2020 at 8:36 am

      sandra:

      i couldn’t agree more.

      Reply
  • 12. granonine  |  March 26, 2020 at 8:59 am

    Touching story. Death can certainly be a release.

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    • 13. plaridel  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:32 am

      linda:

      thank you for the encouraging comment. much appreciated.

      Reply
  • 14. Keith's Ramblings  |  March 26, 2020 at 10:59 am

    A lovely story. He’ll have heavenly places to travel to now.

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    • 15. plaridel  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:35 am

      keith:

      most definitely, if he had lived a good life.

      Reply
  • 16. Susan A Eames  |  March 26, 2020 at 2:28 pm

    That was so lovely! Wonderful closing paragraph. 🙂

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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    • 17. plaridel  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:32 am

      susan:

      it’s very generous of you. thank you.

      Reply
  • 18. Dale  |  March 26, 2020 at 4:48 pm

    Beautifully told story, Plaridel

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    • 19. plaridel  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:31 am

      dale:

      i’m deeply flattered. thank you.

      Reply
  • 20. michaelwynnauthor  |  March 27, 2020 at 3:48 am

    Well told, old age can be a prison. I remember how it broke mine and my mum’s heart when she had to go into a home

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    • 21. plaridel  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:31 am

      mick:

      such is life.

      Reply
  • 22. The Writer's Village  |  March 27, 2020 at 4:13 am

    Really?
    Free at last?
    He left his grandfather to die alone in the nursing home after promising him that his daughter would take him out.
    Pshaw.

    Randy

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    • 23. plaridel  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:30 am

      randy:

      the grandson couldn’t stay in the nursing home even if he wanted to. only old people were allowed to live there.

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      • 24. The Writer's Village  |  March 27, 2020 at 12:52 pm

        I understand, but what happened to his daughter, the kid’s mother. But don’t worry, it’s only a story. And the guy’s dead anyway.
        Gertie say that it’s shame no matter what. Nobody, even Morris, should ever die alone. Well, maybe Morris if he keeps bothering her.

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        • 25. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:16 am

          randy:

          i tend to agree with gertie. 🙂

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  • 26. draliman  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:37 am

    Lovely bittersweet story. I like the image of his “playground shrinking” as he grew older.

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    • 27. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:16 am

      draliman:

      the idea came to me when i went to visit my father before he passed away, stuck in his room and unable to go out as he used to.

      Reply
  • 28. pennygadd51  |  March 27, 2020 at 2:53 pm

    Tommy sounds like a good kid. He seemed to have a good relationship with his grandfather.

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    • 29. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:16 am

      penny:

      tommy idolized grandpa. he loved hearing stories of his adventures back in the day.

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  • 30. Tannille  |  March 27, 2020 at 9:12 pm

    ‘His playground started to shrink.” – What a great line.
    Death is the final act of freedom.

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    • 31. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:15 am

      tannille:

      thank you. the line came to me the last time i visited my father before he passed away.

      Reply
  • 32. susanmehr  |  March 27, 2020 at 11:49 pm

    Sad, but Grandpa is finally free at last. Well penned.

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    • 33. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:15 am

      susan:

      thank you for the generous comment. much appreciated.

      Reply
  • 34. Mike  |  March 28, 2020 at 5:19 am

    The use of the term, ‘shrinking of individual playgrounds’ is very adapt at the present time. And you offered us a great line. Well done

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    • 35. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:15 am

      mike:

      thank you. as i said to the other commenters, it occured me during my last visit to my father before he passed away.

      Reply
  • 36. James McEwan  |  March 28, 2020 at 7:06 am

    Sad but expected. this reminded me of the book; “The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of The Window and Disappeared” by Jonas Jonasson.

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    • 37. plaridel  |  March 28, 2020 at 10:14 am

      james:

      i haven’t heard that book. i’ll look for it at the local library as soon as it opens after the coronavirus shutdown.

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      • 38. James McEwan  |  March 28, 2020 at 1:10 pm

        If you do get the chance to read it, you will enjoy the progress of the old man as he effectively runs away. Picks up the wrong bag, gets on the bus. Criminals are after him as he has taken their bag full of . . .

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        • 39. plaridel  |  March 30, 2020 at 8:38 am

          james:

          looking forward to it. 🙂

          Reply
  • 40. Markus + Micah  |  March 28, 2020 at 11:01 pm

    Lovely storytelling. Broke my heart but also made me smile.

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    • 41. plaridel  |  March 30, 2020 at 8:38 am

      markus + micah:

      it’s very kind of you. thank you.

      Reply
  • 42. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)  |  March 29, 2020 at 11:53 am

    Not easy to be trapped like that… these days of quarantine he would be trapped without visitors.

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    • 43. plaridel  |  March 30, 2020 at 8:37 am

      björn:

      it was a lonely life indeed.

      Reply
  • 44. Brenda's Thoughts  |  March 29, 2020 at 6:40 pm

    A very touching story. I’m so glad he is free!

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    • 45. plaridel  |  March 30, 2020 at 8:37 am

      brenda:

      it was a relief for everybody.

      Reply

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