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
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
The Writer's Village 
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.
shalom,
Rochelle
To kvetch or not to kvetch.
– Zadie Leo
To kvetch or not to kvetch is never the question.
– Bubbie Fannie
Kvetch, kvetch, kvetch. That is the essence of life.
– Rabbi Nachman
Just finish washing the dishes, then you can kvetch all you want.
– Rebbiness Getel
After these two sets of comments, I (not being Jewish), can only say you captured the Jewish essence of this nicely for the rest of us (or what we think the essence is.) 🙂
janet
Thanks.
and now to have some Manischev-essence.
L’chaim
Remember Kvetch is not only a verb but a noun. Pass the gefilte fish please, with a dollop of horseradish.
As in she’s such a kvetch?
Here is the gefilte fish, rachel-la, bubbela. But we’re out of horseradish. Are you going to kvetch about that too?
How about some Louisiana hot sauce? The goyim like it and, nu, sometimes you just got to make do. What could be so bad?
Oy, next you’ll suggest I have mayonnaise on white bread with my corned beef.
I think Bologna goes better with white bread and mayo 😉
I love the confusion/annoyance and his voice.
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)
He sounds as bad tempered as hell… perhaps that’s the answer. Great take on the prompt Randy, enjoyed it.
Care to join me on that last trek?
Randy
Chuckle and groan, yes Mz. Rochelle sums it up nicely. 😉
What does she know?
Randy
lol
ha
😆 Sounds quite frightening. Could he possible went to the wrong place? Nice.
Nu… anything is possible.
it’s a crazy mixed up world.
lots of T’ings go wrong.
Randy
True. 🙂
I t’ink I like you.
Ditto 🙂
Some people! Always these complainers.
Complainers, shmainers.
I’d just like a decent pastrami on rye and a spritz of seltzer.
Are you really sure that’s the right light??? After all, aren’t we supposed to transport or something in the blink of an eye. Here – blink – there.
Like Wynken, Blynken, and Nod?
Death: a fate worse than life. How else is it supposed to be? 🙂 I like it, anyway.
How the hell am I supposed to know?
I just got here.
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.
Both Wordles and flash fiction are good. As my son would say, “It’s all good.”
Where’s that good deli?
Randy
Ever hear of a small coal mining town called Shamokin? North, I believe, of where you are. My family lived there from the turn of the 1900’s until the end of the 1990’s. Also had family of Mahanoy City.
Know what? I refuse to go up there until they put in an elevator! Period.
My man…
you are so right.
Sounds like they needed a bit of purgatory first?
Seems that way…
is that like being on a waiting list?
Well, that raised a smile, thanks.
and that comments raises a “you’re welcome”
and thank you.
Randy
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.
Randy
Dear Randy — if you are ever feeling unwell let me know and I will send the electric company a donation to cover a hundred watts or so. 🙂
Wow.
Watt a nice thing to do and such a bright idea.
You light up my life.
Thanks,
Randy
Dear Randy,
Complaining will get you nowhere. Now get up and get moving.
Aloha,
Doug
I’ve heard it said that God speaks through others…
but never as a drill sergeant
😉
Randy
It’s amazing how many people have seen this staircase as a simile for the last walk. Your character doesn’t seem to me quite ready to let go though.
Can you blame him/her with an attitude like that… nothing will make him/her happy.
Randy
There is no how to guide, so you must take the most direct path. Do not fear the unknown.
Would you take me there? hold my hand? guide me?
Have you gone into the light before? Any references?
Do you take credit cards?
Discounts for cash?
Randy
Let there be light… But wasn’t there any more 🙂
Oy! Let there be light?
So we’re back to the beginning, are we?