Week 18 – Friday

Mary Lu W8D3

Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu).  Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee. 

Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.


I swore to Bobby I’d never tell the girls about our trip to Urgent Care last night.

But it turns out they all had juicy stories to fill the lunchtime conversation anyway.

“I’m shutting the rolling pharmacy down,” Noreen announced. “Orders from above.”

Apparently, Urgent Care had called The Vu to tell them someone there was handing out prescription medication like candy. The staff told Noreen to cut it out immediately. She gave them the rest of her supply.

“If you have a prescription and need a few pills to tide you over until the refills come, you can get a few from the office,” she said. “But the party’s over.”

I was relieved, to be honest, I’d been worried about someone having a serious reaction or taking too many. I think we’d been lucky.

“But about fifty of those packs of blue pills are still out there,” Noreen said. “And I don’t know who has them. Like a monster in the movies, they could resurface anytime. Anywhere.”

Then Jackie said something even more scary.

“I can account for one of those packs,” she said, pulling it from her purse with a sly smile.

One of the four pills was missing.

“Jackie!” I whisper-shouted. “Who?”

She looked over to the table where Doug Bennett was eating a sandwich.

My jaw dropped.

“I needed something fixed yesterday,” she said. “And he’s great with his hands.”

But I was not at all prepared for what happened next.

Angela staggered in late. She hadn’t put on any makeup and her hair was a mess. She had that breathless and satisfied look on her face that, when we were younger, we called —

You know.

“I need more pills,” she told Noreen.

I was worried she had some crazy idea and started taking them herself. She assured us she wasn’t.

“Joe Barton brought me some wine last night. And he’s still there” she whispered, with a dazed smile. “He’s nowhere near 100, if you know what I mean.”

Jackie gave him the remains of her pack and sent Angela back for another go-round.

I’m glad Noreen’s free pharmacy is closed. I don’t think we can handle this much excitement.

More Monday,

LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.

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