Posts Tagged ‘dementia’

Conor Wasn’t Worth Shite

Posted: October 29, 2025 in Friday Fictioneers
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Mother tended this garden – difficult at best while rearing ten children and pandering to a husband more child than man. The fruits of her labor fed us: corn, beets, carrots, and rabbits trapped for stew.

Father wasn’t worth shite. Drank. Womanized. Bet money on hound races. After her mind failed, he bought her an easel, sans paper and paint. What was he thinking? (Rhetorical question.)

Yet, today, I found her with a watercolor painting.

Mother?

Oh, my sweet Conor, I’ve created a picture of the house I’d like to live in after we’re married. Can you make that happen? Please?

Waiting

Posted: March 11, 2020 in Friday Fictioneers
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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.”