Up All Night
Flash Fiction | 2 Minute Read
This week’s story is out of my Writing Prompt Party notebook. This is a story I wrote back in November with the Stop Writing Alone community during one of our Writing Prompt Parties. I can not remember what the prompt was for this story, sorry!
This is a 2 minute read,
Up All Night
At Shady Hills the nightlife is where it’s at. My kids thought they were slowing me down putting me in this home, but life just got interesting. The administration instituted a new “in it together” policy due to the decreased post-COVID staffing issues. We are each other’s babysitters. Every night we rotate and I’m barely able to touch my Jell-O as tonight’s assignments are coming in.
Please Tom, I think. No. Wait… Please Nick. I wipe the drool that begins to gather.
Jasmine, the head orderly, leans over and quietly says, “Sorry Rita, honey. The day has finally come. It’s your turn with Vito tonight.”
Mother fucker, I think. I won’t be having any fun tonight.
I trash the Jell-O and head across the room to Vito. He’s drinking a cup of coffee while eating chocolate pudding.
“Vito!” I screech. Everyone makes scenes at Shady Hills, so no one but Vito cares that I am yelling. “Why the hell you loading up on all this sugar and caffeine when you know you have sleeping problems?”
“Why you care Rita?” he grumbles. He couldn’t make it clearer that he’s the only one not gettin’ any in this place.
“I care because I’m stuck with you tonight and I was hoping to get over to Nick’s.”
He laughed and nodded to Ella already wheeling Nick out of the room. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered.
“And I hear Ella’s got one of them sexy bugs. You gonna want to give Nick some space after tonight.”
Whatever, I thought. Tom was always ready and waiting no matter what time I snuck into his room. I just had to find Tom and see if Jasmine had any extra sleepy meds for Vito. Where the hell was Tom? I didn’t see him anywhere in the room.
Vito caught me looking. “Your other boytoy is out of commission too, Sweetheart. Tom’s hip broke this morning. Headin to St. Mark’s tomorrow. Unless you were planning on giving him a nice goodbye.”
“Eff you, Vito,” I said, grabbing his wheelchair to bring him to his room.
He laughed again. “Oh Rita, you can’t handle me!” His laughter cracked into a coughing fit. Then he cleared his throat, laughed again and spat out, “I’m up all night.”
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In the Writing Prompt Party where I forst wrote this story. I read aloud the first draft and the whole group was laughing because, WHERE DID THIS COME FROM? I have no idea. As I got it ready for Story Hoarder this week, I got to thinking about Vito. What are your impressions of him as a character? What do you think Rita and Vito’s night will be like? Honestly, in my first writing, I thought it would be torture, as I envisioned him as a cranky, sick man, but now I’m wondering if Vito might not be the best kept secret in Shady Hills. Lol!
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I think Vito is an unsung hero later in the story. Don't know what that means, but I have a vague idea he is awesome with lots of rich history!
Good one. It's nice to know someone is pushing the limits of elderly sex!