Out of reach

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It was too high up. The colander mocked him from above, dangling from a suspended cord. What was wrong with storing things in cupboards?

The pasta boiled on the stove. Getting too soft.

He was getting too impatient. With his legs, limp and useless, in the wheelchair. With the stupid colander in the dumbest place.

He should have gotten it down before he started cooking. Prepare beforehand. He took a deep breath. All that was needed was some slight adjustments to the way he usually goes about things. That’s all.

Grabbing a broomstick, he gently coaxed it off  the hook.

100 words

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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33 thoughts on “Out of reach

  1. Oh, how I remember those days in the wheelchair! Everything was frustrating. Between being short and then seated lower than the stove/counter/table… it was just damn hard! And there was never anyone around to help. Grrr….. So glad to be walking again and not so helpless. Never want to be that way again.

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    1. The daughter only uses her power wheelchair for outside. She makes do with a walker or crutch(es) in one of four handicap units, in a public housing complex of 80 units. The lowered surfaces make things so much easier for her, but they’re almost impossible to find out in the real (nasty) world. 😯

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      1. I get it, entirely. When I was in the wheelchair, we lived in metro housing… a h-cap unit. Even then, it was hard to reach anything. And at the time, hubby was working 15-18 hours a day. It was hard… good thing I’m so stubbornly independent. I found a way… even if I had to call the FD to get me off the counter a few times… hehe!

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  2. Ingenious! I imagine he hasn’t been in the wheelchair long or he would have learned the need to have everything within reach. So I began to see a story about why a newly disabled person had been left to cope on his own. And so the story exploded outwards

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  3. Dear Fatima,

    Necessity is the mother of invention they say. I hope he’s able to duck if the colander goes for his head. Good story that shines a light on the challenges facing the disabled.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. I’m not lame, but I’m short. I have to climb shelves in grocery stores, and at my age and with my crumbly bones that’s a dangerous undertaking. My cane, though, comes in very hand 🙂

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