A short story…

for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Photo Prompt


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What’s happening to me?  Words once flowed from my mind in an endless stream.  Now they don’t.  I just sit here fiddling with pens, screwing up paper and bending paper clips. 

We used to go to a club on Mondays and sit in a circle reading stories we’d written.  Or was that Tuesdays?  We did, didn’t we?  Yes, I remember standing up and reciting a poem about my cat. Or dog.  That was me, wasn’t it?  Or was it you?

It’s Thursday tomorrow I think.  I hope so because we do something special on Mondays, don’t we?  We go to a club.  That’s right.  We eat lunch and have a choice of fish and chips or something else.  What is it?  Oh I know, fish and…chips.

You used to take me shopping today. Or was that Fridays? 

Sorry, do I know you?



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24 thoughts on “A short story…

  1. Christine Goodnough Feb 6, 2020 / 19:04

    Not sure how you arrived at this scenario from the given photo, but you’ve given us a touching glimpse into the trials of a partner/caregiver of someone with dementia. Those endless repetitive questions!

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    • Keith's Ramblings Feb 7, 2020 / 10:08

      Thanks so much for your kind words, Christine.

      I’d call it a nod to the picture! ‘Once words flowed in an endless stream’ and I used the word ‘choice’ in para 3.


  2. Na'ama Yehuda Feb 7, 2020 / 15:59

    Ah, Dementia or other afflictions of deterioration or disorientation. 😦
    Well done, Keith. Very real-feeling, that.

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  3. willowdot21 Feb 8, 2020 / 11:45

    Keith is this about Dementia. My brother in law suffers with this. This is how he must feel, he is so confused and lost. He has recently moved into a home full time. He is going down hill. Dementia is so cruel 💜. Your post is very touching.💜

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    • Keith's Ramblings Feb 8, 2020 / 14:01

      I’m so sorry to hear of that. I’ve not experienced this tragic condition within my family or circle of friends so I hesitated before posting it not knowing how it would be received. Thanks for reading and commenting.


      • willowdot21 Feb 8, 2020 / 14:04

        It perfect Keith, poems like yours have to be written they really help! I have written a few on this subject myself. 💜

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  4. Stine Writing Feb 10, 2020 / 00:08

    Keith, this is perfect. My father has dementia and although he still has days of partial clarity, conversation with him is difficult. The thing I feel saddest about for my father, and I suppose others who suffer too, is that he can’t understand what is happening to him, even though back a few years ago he would have known what dementia is. I really liked your writing.

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    • Keith's Ramblings Feb 10, 2020 / 09:45

      Thanks so much. I sometimes wonder if it’s better they don’t know what’s happening to them . But then again, I have no experience of family members or friends with this terrible condition so I’m not really qualified to hold an opinion,. I feel so sorry for your father.

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