Mother’s Little Helpers (Five Sentence Fiction, June 2012)

This week’s one word prompt from Lillie McFerrin’s 5 Sentence Fiction was:  Medicine

“They’ll take the edge off your nerves,” said Maeve,  as her daughter doubtfully regarded the pills being offered, “and you’ll feel so much better once you’ve had a good night’s sleep – you really do look absolutely worn out, dear”.

“I can’t keep taking these pills off you,” said Alice, gulping them down with her cup of tea, “what if you need them Mum?”

“What are mothers for, if not to lend a helping hand now and then?” said Maeve, guiding her daughter towards the bedroom, “and besides I’m so much better now; in fact, they’ve given me quite a new lease of life.”

She really does look well, thought Alice, contrasting her own pallid reflection in the bedroom mirror with the glowing countenance of her mother behind her; in fact, she looks years younger these days.

Downstairs, a short while later, Maeve surrendered herself to the arms of her son-in-law, unbuttoning his shirt and smiling tenderly as she whispered “I don’t think we’ll be disturbed for quite a while, Martin… in fact I’d say we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves, my darling.”

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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10 Responses to Mother’s Little Helpers (Five Sentence Fiction, June 2012)

  1. TheOthers1 says:

    Uh oh! Bad bad! Is she poisoning her because that seems likely! Maeve is a bad mom. Nice job with that ending.

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  2. I had the sense that something ulterior was behind Mom’s caring. Yikes. Nicely done.

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  3. Whoa! Loved it! Sandra, I always enjoy your writing – the story arc, to the details perfectly located in the exposition. That little detail “unbuttoning his shirt” just made that line sparkle! I learn something each tim I visit your stories :))

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  4. Lol, I didn’t expect that. Nice ending, an enjoyable read 🙂

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  5. Elisabeth says:

    Oh no! I had no idea! This sweet, caring mum and then Bam! What a sly old minx! Of course she’s looking good! I really liked it!

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  6. Lora Mitchell says:

    Oh…Hot diggedy….what a hound dog!! Mama seducing horny son-in-law while sending her daughter into the twilight zone. Oh…Sandra…this has to continue…the dtr. suspects something…pretends to take the drug and catches them. Wheeee…. the fun begins. lol. Great writing as usual.

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  7. Ooooh, she’s bad, but a brilliant piece of storytelling Sandra! I liked the ‘guiding her daughter’ which seemed so caring until we knew about her predilection for her son-in-law!

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  8. I love the double deceptive twist in your piece, Sandra! Naughty, naughty Maeve… what an evil mum, and it’s obvious that eating of the “forbidden fruit” seems to be the best medicine for her!

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  9. ahblack57 says:

    Ah, there is nothing like that old mother daughter relationship, unless the daughter happens to be married to the hunky and willing Martin… another great twist.

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