Distorted
It’s cold; my shoes are wet, stained dark with rain and I can feel the dampness oozing between my toes. I glance up, but the rush of passing people makes my heart hammer and its pounding reverberates in my throat. Then I see him, walking purposefully towards me and I look away, both fear and anticipation rising. I squeeze my hands wondering why he’d approach an old, lost soul like me. I lower my head watching his advance in the puddle. He stops and places his gentle hand on my shoulder, and smiles. “C’mon Grandma, time to go home…”
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It's really touching. Nice…:)
O wow. I got this instant image of an elderly lady with alzheimer's, watching a grandson approach whom she did and didn't recognize all at once. Having lived most of my life around elderly people – some with alzheimer's or dementia – this really struck a chord with me.Lovely work. Thanks for participating in another Visual Dare!
Oh, I love the ending. So good 🙂
Love what you did with the prompt, your stories always make me sigh 🙂
Thanks Angela…you got it perfectly!
Aw Laura, thanks! We must have been on similar wavelengths too, if I hadn't done this one I considered the way you went with yours, but your final sentence was better than anything I thought of! :)I'm glad you enjoyed it Sania (liked your old pages too) and JA 🙂
Oh Lisa! I had a grandpa who suffered from Alzheimers and I completely understood your story. You depicted the condition beautifully and with tenderness. Well done!
Thanks Rakel', someone close to me is suffering with short-term memory loss due to medication (not alzheimers as far as we know), though hers doesn't affect her memory of people. so it's feeling quite close to home.
A beautiful story.I wasn't expecting that ending but it fitted in so well.The fear and loneliness associated with loss of memory came across so well.Thanks for a great read.
Hi Lisa, I really enjoyed reading that as it was very simple yet powerful and I liked the tenderness.