Living at 71

older woman

Contemporary Microfiction

At seventy years old Sadie Ferguson was still a beautiful woman, both inside and out. She had only one problem, she was afraid to leave her house. There were so many reasons to stay indoors, the weather was too hot or too cold. Crime was everywhere, and she no longer drove, because it was just way too dangerous. Too many cars were on the road, and people drove too fast anyway. She had not left her house in twelve years.

It was a good house, and even though it needed repairs now and again, she felt safe. The fact was, she was too scared to go anywhere else. When she did need a repairman, she always made him take his shoes off at the front door, and she watched him like a hawk, to make sure he didn’t steal anything. The sooner the man left, the better. She didn’t feel safe until he was driving away in his work truck. delivery truck

Food was not a problem. She could have whatever she wanted delivered to her door, even groceries. She even opened the door occasionally when she had to pay the delivery person. She hated seeing the horrifying sky, and the menacing bright sun. It was too open out there too.

The neighborhood had been changing and this was very disturbing to her. Since she liked things to stay the same, different people living right next to her, made her feel like the world was much too close for comfort. There was the Mexican family across the street. They not only had children that were noisy, but they were always playing in the street!

Then one day a new family moved in next door, after Dan Carruthers died. The house was sold, and the Singh family moved in. They seemed so different, they frightened her. Would they try to harm her? She kept her distance, and when the woman, with two teenage daughters stopped by, to pay her a visit, she wouldn’t answer the door. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but she felt she like she couldn’t trust them.

It was the night of her seventy first birthday when everything changed. She was sound asleep when she was awakened by pounding on her front door, and there was a man yelling, “Get out of the house!” Suddenly the same man came banging on her bedroom window, and yelling, “Get out of the house!” “Mrs. Ferguson!”, “You must get out of the house!” It was her worst nightmare! Who was it? Were they going to kill her? She was so alone. The only thing she could do was reach for the phone. Before she could dial for help, she smelled the smoke.

fire at nightShe jumped out of bed, and ran to the living room, paralyzed with fear and asthma. She stared at her living room wall that was engulfed with fire. She couldn’t breathe! She ran for the front door and threw it open. It was Mr. Singh! She was terrified of him, and didn’t know which way to turn. He stood there yelling, for her to come out of the house! It was the bravest thing she had ever done. She took one step, and fainted in his arms.

The fire department did get there in a hurry but there was a lot of damage. Sadie was terrified but didn’t want to leave the Singh house. The Singh family were filled with compassion for Sadie, and they called her daughter in California for her. Her daughter would come, but the Singhs decided that Sadie could stay at their house as long as she wanted.

By the way, both Mr. and Mrs. Singh were medical doctors. Dr. Raj Singh, and Dr. Miriam Singh helped Sadie to gradually overcome her fear. Sadie and the Singh family became the best of friends. Sadie realized that it was after her husband had died, twelve years ago, that the fear began. She just did not feel safe in this world, without him. Just realizing this, brought healing to her. After all this time, she was just learning how to live again.

 purple iris


 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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20 thoughts on “Living at 71

    1. Thank you Yoshiko! Yes, He does use people to help us. I loved writing this. Thank you for the reblog, and thank you for your beautiful comments! Blessings to you!

    1. Yes that’s one of mine! I only post ones from me but if I did use another person’s work I would place their name on it. I love to write, so when you encourage me with your wonderful comments I am so very blessed! Thanks Lisa!

  1. Agoraphobia is a terrible mental prison, it’s so good to hear she overcame it and the cause of how it happened to her.

    1. Thank you Acacia! I like to see people overcome these types of things too. Some of these struggles are very difficult. I loved writing this and seeing freedom come in the end. Blessings to you!

  2. Your story tells of a place I’m sure many have fallen onto. It often takes something big to change thinking. Now that I’m 47 I wonder what I’ll be like when I’m old. 😐 I remember my Mother volunteered for a charity that helped the elderly and she met so many like this, they were desperate for someone to get food supplies, and but they wouldn’t open their front door to anyone – terrible fearful state to get into. And years later her own mother became like that. I have to say, I’m not looking forward to becoming old. As much as my teenage years were difficult, I think I’d prefer to relive them!

    1. Thank you Suzy for your comments! Fear is a terrible thing, and sometimes it does take a major event to begin the process of change. The main thing for those that know people like this, is to have compassion. Sometimes we are too quick to judge. It is also helpful to have friends that can help us threw it. Not everyone has friends though. Thanks again, and blessings to you.

      1. Wow, you have made my day, and my week, as far as writing goes. What a tremendous compliment! I am very grateful for your presence here. Thank you my friend! Blessings and peace to you!

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