“Ma, what you doin’ keeping stale batteries in a jar?” Joey questions his mother.
She lifts her head high to see what he’s talking about. “Oh, is that what that is? I thought it was a candy jar.”
“Ma, please don’t tell me you’re eating those?” His mother immediately looked guilty. “Ma?” His mother has early symptoms of Alzheimer. He grabs the jar, “That’s it. I’m getting you a nurse.”
She bolts up, “No, I don’t need one. I was just messing with you. Of course I know these are batteries.” She laughs as he narrows his eyes.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.