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.”
Waiting
Posted: March 11, 2020 in Friday FictioneersTags: broken heart, confusion, dementia, love, waiting
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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Thanks, Penny. I wasn’t very inspired by the picture so I’m glad what I came up with worked. Cheers! Lish
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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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Thanks, Dale!
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That’s so skillfully done. An assignation, then a mystery, finally a reveal.
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Thank you, Neil. And thanks for stopping by! Lish
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Sad. I’m frowning as I write this.
Randy
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Oh, sorry! Hoping you’re smiling by now.
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That’s truly sad.
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Dementia is a no-good thing. Thanks for reading.
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Oh, I would give him a hug. You tugged at my heart strings.
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I think the nurse will treat him with love. Thanks.
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Ah, such a shame. A sad way to end a happy life.
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Yeah, dementia is mean all the way around.
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What a heartbreaking story 😦
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A story repeated over and over. Dang it! Thanks for reading.
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You are very welcome, Alicia.
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Whoa! Talk about blindsided! Great story. Your timing is exquisite.
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Thank you so much! Cheers!
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Well crafted response to the challenge, unlike many others who ignore the prompt and post whatever they like (which is usually poor quality).
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Goodness! Thanks for the wonderful comment.
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what a twist. you got me! 🙂
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Good! Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Ouch.
The cruellest of endings to a life and a story.
Expertly done, Alicia
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My dad had a wee bit of dementia toward the end of his life. Glad Mom was there to watch over him. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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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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Thank you, Fairy Blog Mother!
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A sad tale beautifully told. Brilliant.
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Thanks, Keith.
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Oh, so sad, and yet a reality for too many.
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Thanks. It’s a very sad reality.
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perfect use of misdirection. Such a sad thing, and no one is immune.
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And it pops up wherever it wants! Thanks for reading.
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Poor chap, very sad. I’m imagining him sitting there waiting for her 😦
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Thanks, Ali. Dementia is mean, all the way around.
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The pace of this was expertly executed. So very moving.
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Thanks, Sandra! I appreciate your stopping by and leaving such a wonderful comment.
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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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I didn’t know that about Elvis Costello. Will revisit the song. Thank you.
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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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Thank you, Lynn. Your comments mean a lot.
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Always a pleasure, Lish
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So sad.
Good story.
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Thanks.
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Oh my!
Such a heart rending narrative.. The way it grows.. Amazing
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What a lovely thing to say. Thank you.
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Beautifully sad.
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Thank you.
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Wow! That was powerful. Beautifully told.
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Thanks, Russell!
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OMG that last line… 😭
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Thanks, Laurie. Next time ~ humor!!!!
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