Waiting

Posted: March 11, 2020 in Friday Fictioneers
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Used to be I saw quite clearly. Crisply. Now, standing here waiting for you, the world seems fuzzy.
You said, “Wait for me on the bench.” Which bench? There are two. Already five women have strolled by.
Thinking the first one was you I hugged her. Tight. She gasped and gently pushed me away.
Once I realized she was a stranger, I figured she should’ve slapped me. Hard. Now I’ll wait until you say my name.
Fuzzy. Damn fuzzy.
“Clarence?”
“Amanda!”
Dressed in white, you walk toward me. My heart sings.
“Come, Mr. Whitworth, your wife passed five years ago.”

Comments
  1. pennygadd51 says:

    Heart-breaking. I like the way you gradually reveal his dementia, each step a little more severe than its predecessor, thus – fuzziness; mistaken identity; hallucination. What a cruel disease it is.

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  2. Dale says:

    Oh! That hit me in the gut! You did this so smoothly, I never even thought of dementia until the last line!

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  3. neilmacdon says:

    That’s so skillfully done. An assignation, then a mystery, finally a reveal.

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  4. Sad. I’m frowning as I write this.
    Randy

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  5. Liz Young says:

    That’s truly sad.

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  6. Oh, I would give him a hug. You tugged at my heart strings.

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  7. Iain Kelly says:

    Ah, such a shame. A sad way to end a happy life.

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  8. msjadeli says:

    What a heartbreaking story 😦

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  9. Whoa! Talk about blindsided! Great story. Your timing is exquisite.

    Like

  10. Well crafted response to the challenge, unlike many others who ignore the prompt and post whatever they like (which is usually poor quality).

    Like

  11. plaridel says:

    what a twist. you got me! 🙂

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  12. ceayr says:

    Ouch.
    The cruellest of endings to a life and a story.
    Expertly done, Alicia

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  13. Dear Lish,

    Well constructed story until the heart breaking last line. At first I thought it might be an angel welcoming him to heaven. Not so much. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  14. A sad tale beautifully told. Brilliant.

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  15. Oh, so sad, and yet a reality for too many.

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  16. granonine says:

    perfect use of misdirection. Such a sad thing, and no one is immune.

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  17. draliman says:

    Poor chap, very sad. I’m imagining him sitting there waiting for her 😦

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  18. Sandra says:

    The pace of this was expertly executed. So very moving.

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  19. Dementia is such a sad condition made excruciatingly worse by the inability to help and the happy memories it exploits and pollutes. Elvis Costello wrote Veronica about his own mother’s dementia with the line, ‘you can call her anything you want but her name is Veronica.’ Very sad.

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  20. Lynn Love says:

    Oh, no, that’s heartbreaking! Not to be able to recognise people, not to even remember your loved one has passed away. Just terribly sad, Lish. And you wrote it so very well

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  21. So sad.
    Good story.

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  22. Ruby Manchanda says:

    Oh my!
    Such a heart rending narrative.. The way it grows.. Amazing

    Like

  23. susanmehr says:

    Beautifully sad.

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  24. Wow! That was powerful. Beautifully told.

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  25. Laurie Bell says:

    OMG that last line… 😭

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