This month’s excerpts are from my short story, “A Place to Die.”
When Libby spends a summer helping out at her mom’s bed and breakfast-turned-hospice, she doesn’t expect to spend her time babysitting someone like Mr. Calloway – a young, vibrant financial planner with a mischievous streak. But Mr. Calloway is sicker than he seems, something neither he nor his family want to acknowledge. Can Libby help him accept his fate without losing her heart?
This continues from last week’s description of the farm/hospice.
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I was in college by this point, not too far a drive in Madison but far enough that I didn’t make it home very often. And honestly, it was too depressing to be there; I’d get to know a guest, only to have him not return.
The summer after my junior year, I couldn’t come up with an excuse to stay away for three months; a job in Madison had fallen through and I ended up back at the farm until I could line something else up.
“Good,” Mom told me when I managed to track her down in the kitchen and hold her attention for a couple minutes. “You can help out with Mr. Calloway, starting at dinner tonight.”
“Mom, I’d not good with the guests anymore, not when they’re like this,” I said, pointing out the window at a woman being pushed in a wheelchair. Though the day was warm, she was bundled up in several blankets, and an oxygen tank hung at her side.
“Nonsense, Libby, they’re still people – just treat them like anyone else.”
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Here’s a story that’s so true. A lesson to be learned for all, especially the young. Thanks for bringing this to open our eyes.
A most unusual story, love the way the writing flows. Great snippet!
I love this premise! Next month, I’ll be drafting the third in my Kifo Island Chronicles series. Kifo is Swahili for ‘death’, and Kifo is a non-profit island hospice resort. I’m signing up for your newsletter, so that you can inspire me!
I especially like what your protagonist’s mother says about the dying being people. I think that is too often forgotten.
A Wisconsin tale, I gather.
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