I felt profoundly sad that day, and I realised that dementia was claiming my father piece by tiny piece, memory by memory, and with each one gone, a little more of him had died. I had begun to mourn him then, to prepare for the day I knew would come; a day I would be ready for.
Listen above, or read below. The Snow Globe – A Christmas Story The slender man in the donkey jacket and flat cap stamped his feet, the thick soles of his boots grinding and scratching at the frozen pavement beneath. The fingerless gloves on his calloused hands made a dull popping sound as he clapped them […]
I felt like the reaper was stalking me too, as if the angel of death was painting invisible crosses on the doors of those who had been chosen and wondering if I, also, was on that list.
Just a few days after his eighteenth birthday, as Ellen’s next of kin, he was being asked to make the decision to cut away a part of his mother’s brain in order to make her better.
“Day and night cannot dwell together!” Spotted Bear rose from the table and strode angrily from the house. “Please Papa,” Christina called after him, “you’re more alike than you know.” Her husband John gently placed his hand on her swelling womb, her restless skin rippling beneath his touch. As Spotted Bear walked off his fury […]
At last, as the day grew dim, and the sun grew bored of us, we won the fight, and all leant in to watch as Dawn’s tired hands reached down to lift the lid.
Dear friends, family and discerning readers. Tonight my son Marcus is sleeping rough on the streets of Bournemouth in aid of the homeless. Please keep him in your thoughts tonight and if you are a religious person, please say a little prayer for him. If you are one of those generous people who have donated […]
Photo prompt © Douglas M. MacIlroy Empty Nest (100 words) Empty nest syndrome, the counsellor had called it. Get yourselves a hobby, he’d told them. Now Malcolm sat in his workshop, talking to his birds – ‘the man cave’ Marjorie had mockingly labelled it – and tried not to think about his wife, or her […]
I decided after writing the longer version for this story that I would give you both to read, on the off chance you had sufficient time for another 235 words, I very much prefer it. You can find the full story below this week’s FF entry. Hope you enjoy 🙂 The Punishment Room (100 words) […]
image copyright Jan Wayne Fields Serena looked at the miserable figure that stood before her, his knobbly, mottled hands thrust resolutely into the pockets of an oversized navy parker that spoke of a time when it’s owner had been larger and more robust. Small grey eyes, too weak to meet her own, surveyed the […]