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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.
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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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100Such 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.
You matched the prompt well. A poignant reminder. Thanks for this!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kent. It is a reminder about the fragility of life. Glad you liked it.
DeleteA fitting take on the prompt. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra, glad you liked it.
DeleteI love the inclusion of that idiom.. it put a lot of added strength to the piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
DeleteLovely use of the prompt and beautifully written.
ReplyDeletejanet
Thanks Janet, looks like we both found a similar theme this week
Deletea beautiful and tender story...
ReplyDeleteThanks Kz, we all found our story in the mist this week.
DeleteA poignant tale with more than a ring of truth. Loved the inclusion of the song!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jan for reading and commenting. True it's fiction here but the truth for some.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteA well written piece that hits very close to home as my mother in law is enveloped in that mist.
shalom,
Rochelle
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.
DeleteA really sensitive piece. Love the last sentence, especially.
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
DeleteThis "hits the spot" in many many ways. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Alicia for those kind comments. Glad you liked it.
DeleteBeautifully done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Perry I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSubroto, Lovely piece. My mother had Alzheimer's so I understand perfectly about those feelings. Well written. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan I am touched that you could relate to it.
DeleteOh,a sad and heart breaking story!Must be so hard for all concerned,specially those who still remember everything!Great job Subroto :-)
ReplyDeleteIt can be hard indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Atreyee .
DeleteLovely, lovely imagery and beautiful sentiment. I spent years with my grandmother lost to the mist. It is a hard road to walk.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments and sharing your story Erin.
DeleteGood one Subroto. My father entered the mist but quickly crossed it to the other side of it and clarity.
ReplyDeleteCheers
Manbir
Thanks Manbir I am glad you liked it. (Or should I be calling you Parminder now?)
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