“Have you seen my pills?”
“They’re on the desk.” Dorothy said pointing.
“Where on the desk?”
“There beside the things!”
“The things I tidied up, in the corner. Don’t make a mess.”
Cecil ambled over, feeling around with his thin wrinkled hands. At 92 he was slower than Dorothy, but as sharp as the corkboard tacks that held up their wedding picture.
He pushed open the bubble packet and downed his medication with a glass of wine. An hour later Cecil was dead. He was blind and couldn’t read the label that stated, “Do not take with alcohol.”
There was a lot to pick out from this photo prompt. Did you notice the name on the letter opener? I actually googled the name and found a few Cecil Clarks. An obituary stood out for me, which I based this piece of fiction on. I also learned that it is the name of a politician in Nova Scotia, Canada. Isn’t the internet amazing! All that information in just a few minutes. No more slaving over research at the library. Well sometimes it’s necessary, because you can’t believe everything you read.
Friday Fictioneers is a place for flash fiction brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Visit Rochelle’s site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.