Mary and the Cane (Photo Prompt)

Last week, Kingdom Pen sent out an e-mail with a photo writing prompt encouraging writers to send in a 1-250 word piece inspired by the picture. The winner’s submission would be featured with the next photo prompt.


I won.

No money this time, but I won something else. I won the privilege of another person reading my work and enjoying it!

Now I would like to share this piece with you.

{I dedicate this piece to my Grandpa (Jim). Today, September 17th, would have been his 93rd birthday.}


She felt the curve of his cane with her well-worked fingers. She spun it. She twirled it remembering how he spun her out and swung her in. She remembered how they met at the dance.

Of all girls, Mary was sentenced to punch bowl duty. Not that she didn’t like punch but she liked to dance, and everybody who was anybody knew that the punch girl never got asked to dance.

The soldier boys gallivanted across the dance floor swooping up any partner who would take their hand. As the music began, Mary’s foot tapped along, itching to show off its stuff. She smiled as she filled glass after glass gazing at the spinning soldiers.

A young man, who must have been terribly thirsty, approached Mary’s table for the third time.

“May I?” He asked.

Mary smiled and lifted the punch ladle.

“No, I mean,” he took her hand. “May I have this dance?”

For the rest of the night, guests ladled their own punch.

Mary gripped the cane. Jimmy wouldn’t need it anymore. Mary tensed to stand, and her side fought back in pain. She squinted, stifling a shout; she didn’t want to frighten Jane.

Jane would make her lie down, take a drink, take a pill. Mary wanted to take a walk. She leaned onto Jimmy’s cane, steadying her side – the one with the rotting kidney. The one she had left.

Just a walk, she thought letting herself out the door.

Just a walk with Jimmy.

{This piece is not based on a true story.}

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