Flash Friday Fiction

The Final March


A string of rooms off a hallway.  She had certainly been down this path before. It was the smell, she thought, that made it seem familiar.  Commercial disinfectant, the same kind that had been used in the college dorms, in the offices at the software firm, and finally here, at her retirement home.  It was strange to think that the thing that unified her life was a chemical smell meant to imply sanitary conditions.

Well, she thought, there’s nothing for it but to keep moving.  Her steps echoing, she headed to her assigned room. “Serenity Hill, my ass.”

The photo prompt is courtesy of Rich Vorza.  Links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers can be found here.

© Erin Leary

25 thoughts on “Flash Friday Fiction

  1. this line – “Serenity Hill”, she muttered, “My Ass.”

    that’s an important line. you shouldn’t interrupt it with “she muttered.”

    just let it flow. “serenity hill, my ass.” has more impact that way.

    well done.

  2. My mom was in a nursing home for 5 years. How well I KNOW that smell of disinfectant.That was many years ago, yet it remains in my nostrils. Wonderful story. Glad you took Rich’s advice…ending is perfect.

    • There is still a brand of liquid hand soap I won’t buy because the smell reminds me of my visits to the nursing home visiting my grandmother. It brings back some really powerful memories of being there.

  3. Well, it beat the smell of urine. I like Randy’s name for the place – Senility Hill – that’s probably where I’ll wind up. Great use of the prompt, Erin.

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