Richard drew a long puff on his cigar and pointed out into the garden.
Why not get rid of it, Emma?
Glancing back at Sybil in her rocking chair, Emma wiped her hands on the apron and said, You know how some things have sentimental value? They remind you of a special memory, a stolen kiss, a warm embrace, a colourful rainbow or a dog’s bark?
Richard shrugged, Yeah?
Sybil doesn’t recall much. But, I have seen her gaze at that window with a glimmer of knowing on some days. Those days are the best.
Emma’s voice faltered, She remembers.
©Shailaja V
Word count: 100
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge
This Friday’s picture prompt is given above
Writers must attempt a piece of fact/fiction/poetry in 100 words or less
I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.
Today is Day 49
Linking this to World Alzheimer’s Day- September 21st over at Write Tribe
Also linking this to Day 20 of the Ultra Blog Challenge
My heart is heavy after reading this, the way you choose your words to depict the context, beautifully sad!
Perhaps, Shailaja, the window is somehow related to a shared memory between Emma and Sybil. And, Emma is hoping that Sybil will remember her name.
Thank you 🙂 HUGS <3
It’s scary to think about it…It’s hard on the family too 🙁 so hard no and imagine what the person might be going through
Yes, somethings do have sentimental value. They can at times bring a spark of recognition in vacant eyes.
Yes, it’s all the little things!!!!!
It is such a beautiful and heartbreaking post. Forgetting those we love is so traumatic for them.
Very poignant, Shailaja. How precious memories are! Thank you for writing this.
Lovely and lovely again. Just pinched my heart. The emotions are so well captured.
Really heart touching Shail. I know how it feels to be closely associated with someone suffering from it.
Thanks
Shailaja….I always love reading your words 🙂 Also, I’m impressed by what a huge undertaking of emotional and physical energy it must take to try to blog every single day for a year. Wow. Good for you.
CC! What a pleasure to see you here after a long time! Thanks for the love <3 You're right about the emotional and physical energy. I feel drained out on some days. Thanks again for stopping by 🙂
So sad to read that Shailaja, though well written. <3
Lovely Shailaja. Alzheimers is the most sentimental of illnesses. ..if one were to gauge sickness on the emotional scale.
So sad, but so beautiful at the same time. Thank you for sharing.
This was precious and so thoughtful. Tugged at my emotions
I’m liking the layout revamp.
As for the story, it was bittersweet and beautiful Shailaja. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you! I’m still trying to see which theme looks the best, so expect more changes; )
Very poignant. My mother would repeat things sometimes, but I mostly experienced her condition from far away. My brother was the one that took care of her and it nearly did him in. But we near my husband’s paternal grandmother for some years and the last several were particularly rough. I knew her better than any of my own grandparents.
You want to remember something… and you know deep down you can recall the incident… but still you can’t remember it… can’t even imagine such a situation. Beautifully done.
Exactly. That knowing and not knowing is the worst
A beautiful story. Tugged at the heart!
Thank you, Uma.
It sucked the life out of me, Shailaja! Just imagining a family going through such trying times sends shivers down my spine. Reminded me of someone who suffered the disease and of his wife who braved it all.
I have seen it too, Shilpa. At close quarters. The pain is unimaginable 🙁