Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Dancing With Remembrance

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In his twilight years my father was often enveloped in a mist that took him away from the rest of us.

Time would slip away as he struggled to find us in the haze that clouded his mind.   Old fools are babes again never rang so true.  It was as if a cold winter’s chill had descended into our lives during a balmy summer day.


Still there were moments when the mist would lift and the rolling hills would appear over the horizon.  The dew soaked grass would glisten with an emerald hue and he danced anew with remembered beauty.


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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100


Such a beautiful photo prompt this week.  I'll be reading the wonderful interpretations from rest of the tribe - the dark, the witty, the sad, the imaginative stories that make their way this week. 

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  1. You matched the prompt well. A poignant reminder. Thanks for this!

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    1. Thanks Kent. It is a reminder about the fragility of life. Glad you liked it.

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  2. A fitting take on the prompt. Nicely done.

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    1. Thanks Sandra, glad you liked it.

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  3. I love the inclusion of that idiom.. it put a lot of added strength to the piece.

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    1. Thanks Björn. Phillip Larkin writes about "whole hideous, inverted childhood" (http://poetry.rapgenius.com/Philip-larkin-the-old-fools-annotated) but Shakespeare sums it all up so well.

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  4. Lovely use of the prompt and beautifully written.

    janet

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    1. Thanks Janet, looks like we both found a similar theme this week

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    1. Thanks Kz, we all found our story in the mist this week.

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  6. A poignant tale with more than a ring of truth. Loved the inclusion of the song!

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    1. Thank you Jan for reading and commenting. True it's fiction here but the truth for some.

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  7. Dear Subroto,

    A well written piece that hits very close to home as my mother in law is enveloped in that mist.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Rochelle I've known families in similar situation and have seen that it can be hard on them. Dignity in the end is what we all need. Best wishes to you and your family.

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  8. A really sensitive piece. Love the last sentence, especially.

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    1. Thanks Patrick. Eventually for most of us a day will come when we move with a remembered beauty, just hope the mind is bright as before.

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  9. This "hits the spot" in many many ways. Well done!

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    1. Thank you Alicia for those kind comments. Glad you liked it.

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    1. Thanks Perry I am glad you liked it.

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  11. Subroto, Lovely piece. My mother had Alzheimer's so I understand perfectly about those feelings. Well written. : ) ---Susan

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    1. Thanks Susan I am touched that you could relate to it.

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  12. Oh,a sad and heart breaking story!Must be so hard for all concerned,specially those who still remember everything!Great job Subroto :-)

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    1. It can be hard indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Atreyee .

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  13. Lovely, lovely imagery and beautiful sentiment. I spent years with my grandmother lost to the mist. It is a hard road to walk.

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    1. Thank you for your comments and sharing your story Erin.

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  14. Good one Subroto. My father entered the mist but quickly crossed it to the other side of it and clarity.

    Cheers

    Manbir

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    1. Thanks Manbir I am glad you liked it. (Or should I be calling you Parminder now?)

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