SPF: Home Sweet Home

Photo (c) Jules Paige

Home Sweet Home

 Words 199

“That’s my seat.”

Trusha started from her contemplation of the dancing leaves through the window. “There’s enough place on the bench.” She spoke without turning around.

“I don’t care. That’s my seat.” The voice went on querulously. “I’ve been sitting there for the past 5 years, six months and…”

“Okay fine!” Trusha slid over to the other side. “You can see just as well from this side.” She grumbled.

“Well then no problem is there?” The lady shot back.

“Just what is your problem?” Trusha snapped.

“Deal with your own problem first,” she snorted. “Your son couldn’t be bothered to even drop you off?”

“How dare you!” Trusha snapped. “It was my decision to come here.”

“Sure it was.”

“It was!” Trusha insisted. “I didn’t want to turn into a clingy crotchety old lady like you.”

How dare you?”

“What? Speak the truth?” Trusha raised her chin challengingly.

“Get out of here!”

“Why should I? I have just as much right to be here as you.”

“Did you come here just to fight with me?”

“But you are the one fighting.” Trusha retorted. “Right from the moment I was born.”

“Don’t exaggerate…”

“I’m not! Remember when…”


You shush…”


Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and Jules Paige for the lovely photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.