The Golden Cane Award
They did everything together
Every joint riddled with arthritis caused Doris to grimace as the aide transferred her to a wheelchair. However, this day was too important to relinquish because of ongoing pain. The Golden Cane was given out once a year to the oldest person in town and Doris was to have the prize. Unfortunately, she had to share the trophy with her birthday twin, Dee Cunningham. Dee was also named Doris but used the nickname Dee as distinction.
The local newspaper snapped photos of Doris and her daughter, Marylou as her cane was presented. The senior center director joked about how Doris and Dee shared all the same milestones; birthdays, weddings, and children.
“I hear Dee even stole your husband so you would share the same last name!”
The crowd laughed.
The director turned to see a cold dark stare from Doris. Just then Dee’s son entered the center, “I’m sorry to tell you all that my mom passed away last night!”
Marylou looked to console her mother who was stroking the shiny golden cane and smiling. Marylou’s eyes grew wide as Doris grabbed the microphone still in front of her. The room became silent as she whispered, “I win!”
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C. H. Richard
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Comments (9)
Ha! She couldn't contain her happiness of someone's demise. I guess she did win. Nice entry, Cindy.
Did she nobble the other old lady 😱
Reminds me of my sister. We are not twins but she feels like we have always had the need to compete. Love this story. Feels like home.
I love Doris! You know what, I hope she's secretly the reason behind Dee's death, lol! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
♥️ the surprise ending!!! Fabulous story!!! Loved it!!!💕♥️♥️
Ahh, to be the last person standing. (Or sitting if we're playing musical wheelchairs.)
It's fiction, but it sounds so real. It could be true somewhere. Loved it, anyway. Well done.
Oh my! Gotta love her spirit!! 😃
Go Doris! I loved the dark humor of this story.