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.



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18 thoughts on “SPF: Home Sweet Home”

  1. I had to read twice to understand that 2 siblings were fighting.Started in childhood at home and now still bickering in Old Peoples Home.Bittersweet story.
    Good Morning Dahlia.How is your sister faring in Dublin? My sister in New York experiencing a heavy snowfall (10 inches).She sent some lovely photos.

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  2. I never really knew my brother well as he was twenty years older. He was in the Navy when I was born and never lived at home again. Even then I think he felt sibling rivalry. He thought of me as spoiled. Good writing, Dahlia. —- Suzanne

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  3. My own sibling had a best friend… that wasn’t me – I’ve learned to live with it.
    Different people are born unto the same family, that is a certainty 🙂
    I’m near NY – just a tad bit of the white stuff, but cold… bitter cold. With the wind chill it feels like -7 F or -21.

    Thanks for stopping by my post on the prompt. Go to the main post at SPF and I’ve put in a link to a music video with the wind art. 🙂

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