"She's been there all afternoon." The nurse shook her head. "Usually she never misses arts and crafts, but—"
"Emily?" The doctor took a step closer, spoke in low, reassuring tones. "Is everything all right?"
"What are you looking at?"
"Do you mind if I look at the sky with you?"
She didn't say anything, just moved over so there was room beside her at the windowsill. He knelt down, turned around, leaned back to put his head against the moulding. The clouds slid by above them: excruciatingly, majestically slow. "Pretty."
"Better than arts and crafts," Emily whispered, conspiratorially.
I love your take on the prompt. Right from the first sentence, you completely draw the reader into this story and the final line concludes it beautifully. I think Emily is on to something ;-)ReplyDelete
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My mother battled Alzheimer's and Lewy Body dementia ... through it all she never lost her sense of wonder, her sweetness. I can imagine her saying this and I smile. Lovely writing.ReplyDelete
My mother also has Alzheimer's-related dementia, so I can relate. Thank you very much for reading and commenting. :)Delete
oh my this is beautiful. Perhaps we all need to stop and just stare up.....at the sky.ReplyDelete
this is a welcome bit of peace in the afternoon. :)ReplyDelete
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love, love, love...x ...we should all stop and stare at the sky i think!!ReplyDelete
It couldn't hurt. Just don't do it in the crosswalk... :)Delete
Love this. I need to look at the sky more and may need a doctor too. Well done.ReplyDelete
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Very interesting the way you took this. I love it and yeah, the sky is more interesting.ReplyDelete
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David this is a glorious write from the title to the last line. I love it!ReplyDelete
Enjoyed this and got to know more about this mysterious woman and her odd behaviour. Nicely written.ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading and commenting. :-)Delete