Walking Into the Light: Friday Fictioneers

Some say that we see a light at the end of our lives.
Some of us simply see a light bulb.
Some of us go out in the dark, having not paid our last electric bill…

Friday Fictioneers
– Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s: Coping with life and death – the humorous side of dying

copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

Walking Into the Light

That’s the light? It was supposed to be all-encompassing.

What’s with this little dot?

And this spiral staircase? If I wasn’t already dying, I’d say it’s killing me. What sort of supernatural being would make a dying person walk all these steps into that light?

I’m out of breath. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I’m not even sure if I’m going up or down.

This is not the way it’s supposed to be at the end. This is worse than life. Why does it all have to be such a mystery – like a spiral staircase going in circles? Oy.

Randy Mazie


48 thoughts on “Walking Into the Light: Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Randy,
    To kvetch or not to kvetch is never the question. To kvetch is Jewish and you’ve done it well. No doubt this person ran into my grandmother on the way up the steps. Or maybe this is my grandmother. Oy indeed. You made me chuckle and groan at the same time.

    • Annoyance? Confusion? You come walk up the stairs with me for a while.
      And that light is dim. What dimwit would put a light like that up there?
      And what about my voice…

      (Thanks for the comments. Randy)

  2. I wonder which challenge is more fun, Wordles or 100 word limits. 🙂
    I know a good deli…
    I’m here too this week. Fun stuff, well if you don’t have to climb 100 stairs.

  3. But there is a light at the end isn’t there? Else I’d suspect some cruel version of Hell where the spiral is never ending and the light unreachable.
    Live the narrator’s voice!

    • That dim light might not indicate heaven. If you know what I mean. It certainly doesn’t look heavenly.
      It looks like an exit into you-know-where, if you ask me.

      Yes, there’s a light but there’s also a light at the end of a cigarette – so you tell me what that means?
      Oy. Lights, smights – I’m going to sleep.


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