A Mother, NOT a Fruit!

Avatar Author: Funky Chunky *Always* feel free to write sequels or prequels to my stories. I love reading where other writers take my ideas. I was born in 1961 (old codger). I started writing for fun over Christmas 2011. I was recommended Ficly b... Read Bio

“My name is Victoria Plumm; no jokes please. My daughter, Miley has been undergoing some… how can I put it… difficulties of late. Uncle George calls it a ‘temporary loss of cool’ which I think is much kinder than ’ breakdown’.”

“It all started when she began to see things: pink clouds on the ‘lawn’ outside her window. We live in a large grey concrete tower block with a ‘charming’ view of urban sprawl outside our bedroom windows. No lawns. No clouds… at least, not pink ones.”

“Mrs Plumm?” A hospital attendant broke into Victoria’s conversation (monologue?). “Yes?”

“The consultant, Mr Simpson, is ready for you to go in now. This way, please”. Victoria follows the attendant into a small, clinical room. Miley is lying in the bed surrounded by various medical and psychological experts.

“All right, let’s clear the room”, Mr Simpson commands. “Give Mrs Plumm some space.”

“Hello”. Miley doesn’t seem to understand what Victoria’s saying. Her confused expression shows she doesn’t recognise her own mother.

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  1. Avatar Emily

    I hope everyone else understands it. I certainly did :)

  2. Avatar Sanglorian

    That’s a really nice twist on Emily’s story.

  3. Avatar Ruthie

    I didn’t see that one coming! LOVE the twist :)

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