THE COLLECTOR

 

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We’re all here for another week. Today we’re sitting in someone’s virtual home where there’s a virtual, colorful glass jar of used batteries. Our hostess for this gathering is the talented and gracious writer and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Al Forbes. Thanks, Al.

To read the other stories by the group, just click on the links given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/02/4-march-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE COLLECTOR by P.S. Joshi

Why don’t I invite friends over? I’ll tell you why. Our mother is a collector.

You name it and she gathers it up. She wasn’t always like this. It started ten years ago when our five-year-old sister, Bethie, got hit by a car and died.

Among the things Mom collects are old prescription bottles, empty soda bottles, and cans, old clothes, suitcases, cardboard boxes of all shapes and sizes, pots and pans that spilled over from the kitchen, old outgrown clothes, our old toys, twelve sets of dinnerware, mixing bowls of different sizes, and more

Dad left.

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38 thoughts on “THE COLLECTOR

    • Thanks, Sandra. I wrote from experience. I have a close relative with the problem. I also knew of someone else who was affected. They need help but most probably don’t get it. Thank you for the praise. —- Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Alicia. It is sad. The story is fiction, but I’ve known people with the condition. I would guess there are many people suffering from it the world over. I didn’t even check the other stories before I gave it that title. If I’d seen your story I would have probably given it a different title. I’ll stop over and read yours. —- Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Dawn. You’re right. Someone does need to get her help. There might have been more involved in the breakup than just that. They also lost a child. This was fiction, but I’ve known a couple of people with the condition. They weren’t deserted, though. Although, one of them didn’t get help for it either. —- Suzanne

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  1. It’s interesting in that in all her collecting and hoarding she pushed people out of her life, as if in gathering all these things, she’s shutting everyone out and shutting herself in. Have you watched the show about hoarding? It’s pretty fascinating. Very well done, Suzanne.

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    • Thanks, Amy. I’m so pleased you liked the way I wrote the story. My character was emotionally wounded and was probably shutting others out. I didn’t see the program on hoarding, but would certainly like to if it comes on TV again. I’ve known a couple people who had the problem. One is now being treated for another mental problem that probably aggravated the hoarding. — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Bjorn. Yes, a child’s death is a parent’s worst nightmare. It’s bound to leave a deep impression on their life. It no doubt had an impact on the relationship of the parents in the story. It’s really sad. — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Isadora. I’m so glad you liked the story. You’ve got the right attitude. My husband started hoarding. He’s bi-polar and is being treated for it. The hoarding is no doubt part of his illness. I would give things away and he’d start collecting again. Most of it was just junk. The mother of a friend of ours was also a hoarder. Her family just overlooked it. She was a lovely person. —- Suzanne

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