Friday Fictioneers: Retired to the Window

Kate sat looking out her apartment window above Main Street. At 82, Kate was tired. She didn’t really want to do anything. If the kids came over, that was fine, but she didn’t cook for them and didn’t want them there long enough to make a mess for her to clean.

Her knees, riddled with arthritis, hurt so bad; sitting here, looking out the window was her favorite thing to do. Today the painters were out there. A long time ago, her husband was a painter. She lifted the sill a crack to listen to their banter and closed her eyes.

This week’s photo: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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43 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Retired to the Window

  1. She can sit quietly and remember by listening to the painter. At that age, many times that’s all you want to do … sit quietly … not entertaining people who demand from you more than you feel like giving. She’s earned that.


  2. GOSH … this is so true here in my little paradise – Florida.
    I used to – before COVID – hear and see tales like this, Dawn.
    There’s much more loneliness among the elderly especially when their spouse is gone.
    Nicely unfolded …. Isadora 😎


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