This pedometer geek has to admit that writing has taken a backseat to every other thing recently. Between working, volunteering, reading, and just being lazy (and day-to-day life), nothing has been produced writing-wise. Okay, one poem was written, and now this 99-word (no more, no less) flash piece based on this week’s prompt at Carrot Ranch (www.carrotranch.com). The theme was to write about aging as Charli Mills, the chief word wrangler at Carrot Ranch, is celebrating another year of life around the sun. Here is my contribution.
Hands Over the Years
An early memory of Mom was of her wearing a yellow, full-skirted seersucker dress to the zoo on a bright June day. Her dress rivaled the sun and epitomized a young mother full of energy. I was only five at the time.
Time aged us both, and suddenly, I was a mother myself. Visits to my parents brought both delight and sadness as I noticed her worsening rheumatoid arthritis. Her hands became more gnarled and disfigured through the years.
Now, I look at my own hands for signs of aging and wonder what my sons see when we visit.
Nancy Brady, 2019
Now that I have thawed from my writing slump, perhaps I will write another 99-word flash piece and participate once again in the writing community here and at Carrot Ranch. To see all of this week’s entries or participate yourself, head over to http://www.carrotranch.com.