Friday Fictioneers: There’s No Getting Well From That


“Looks like someone got a get-well bouquet!” Susan sang cheerfully as she set the bouquet and balloon on the dining table. “Ooh, there’s a card. ‘To my kitten, Hope you feel better soon. Love, Chad.’ Aw, isn’t that sweet.”

“No, Susan.” I replied firmly. Love Chad, I scoffed mentally, he’s the one who did this to me, pushing me into traffic. He’s the reason my wheelchair and I are now BFFs. There’s no getting well from that.

“Cat, he tried apologizing a thousand times, won’t you forgive him?”

“He can try a thousand more and it’ll still be a big-fat-NO.”

(100 words)

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