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The Monthly Visit - A Flash Fiction Story

Updated on March 22, 2014
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Published November 30, 2013 by Mary McShane

A bottle of pills accompanied the monthly visit. She would set me up with what I needed to get through the first day; a few pills, some food, favorite drinks and personal necessaries.

About an hour would pass and she would crawl into her bed, only to wail about the pain I am causing her. She extols how I am ruining her social life because she can't go out with her friends, and is embarrassed to have anyone over. She lists what she could be doing instead of this, how she is missing out on all the things people her age are doing. At least there is television or whatever music she is playing.

The second day she treats me a bit better, even going out for a couple of hours to the store. She won't meet any of her friends as long as I am around though. She got some take-out food, so once a month, at least there is always comfort food.

The third day, that cold shoulder starts to rear its ugly head. It is like she doesn't even know me for all the attention she pays me now. She shares no more pills, very little necessaries, but the food is getting better. When she meets her friends, she blows me off like I was never there.

She is okay now until the next monthly visit when she will treat me the same all over again. How can she call me her "Friend," yet wail at me, even call me other bad names and then ignore me after a few days?

After a few months, she sees we are meeting pretty regularly. Some day, she'll thank me for that.

Instead she says these visits are getting harder to endure and she warns me, "This better not be a sign of things to come."

I don't have it in me to tell her.... this is just the beginning.

(315 words)

© November 2013 Mary McShane

A little parody :)

© 2013 Mary McShane

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    Mary McShane 3 years ago from Fort Lauderdale, Florida

    @bravewarrior, Thank you for reading and for your comment.

    @Eira Losee Fukuda - thank you, I thought it was unique too.

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    Eira L'osee-Fukuda 3 years ago from California

    Love the unique perspective! :)

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    Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

    Fortunately, my 'friend' left me in 2008. I say "good riddance"! Cute story, Mary.

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    Mary McShane 3 years ago from Fort Lauderdale, Florida

    Nell Rose - thank you very much. I'm still learning how to stay within the guidelines of flash fiction, saying more by writing less. TY

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    Nell Rose 3 years ago from England

    This was a great story mary, I had never heard of flash fiction, so this was new to me! lol!

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    Mary McShane 3 years ago from Fort Lauderdale, Florida

    @Ghaelach, thank you so much for praise. I'm trying my hand at flash fiction because I'm so wordy in everything else. I'm hoping this will rein me in and teach me some discipline. TYVM for vote up and sharing my hub. :)

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    Ghaelach 3 years ago

    Morning Mary.

    That was a hell of piece of F/F. The problems of becoming a young lady and as your last sentence states along with the little girl in the video "This is just the beginning.

    Voted up and sharing.

    LOL Ghaelach