Unscramble, please!

March 21, 2024March 22, 2024 / Dee / 18 Comments

I can hear him breathing, very quietly, next to me. I wonder what it will be like when he is no longer beside me.

He no longer remembers what day it is.

He tells me his brain is scrambled and full of fog. Sometimes his nightly tablet makes things much clearer for a time and he wakes feeling refreshed.

I lie there as thoughts come and go. ‘What about me?’

‘How am I supposed to deal with this?’

‘How long have we got before he forgets me?’

Tomorrow we will walk in the park. He has always liked it there.

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Thank you to Rochelle for always being there and to the many Fictioneers who, unlike me, manage to post every week. Life has thrown a curveball and doesn’t leave me much ‘me’ time to write as I would like.

Yes and no

March 12, 2024 / Dee / Leave a comment

Are you superstitious?

I was brought up to avoid walking under ladders and to be careful cleaning mirrors, in case they smashed and brought bad luck for seven years. To this day I have avoided walking under a ladder, and to my knowledge have never broken a mirror.

I feel quite pleased if a black cat crosses my path but have never bothered avoiding cracks in the pavement as some people do.

My mother always picked up spilled salt and threw it over her left shoulder and I do too, if I remember.

I leave an opened umbrella in the porch if it’s wet with rain but never remember knocking on wood.

So, to answer the question ‘Are you superstitious?’ I will have to answer yes and no.