Where was this place?
Familiar and yet not.
Strange shapes, like translucent wraiths, flitted by on the periphery of vision.
He tried to rise, but his once youthful body was somehow old, withered and weak.
Fear bubbled up through the fog of confusion.
A figure approached.
Shouting, he grabbed his walking stick, raising it in the air, ready to strike.
“Dad. It’s OK. It’s me. Jennifer. Your daughter. Remember?”
Fog lifted. His heart filled.
“Jennifer? Good to see you darling. Sorry. I forget.”
“I know,” she sobbed and hugged him close.
He smiled, grateful for the comfort.
Whoever she was.
A special thanks to the wonderful for his prompt to write a 100 word story based on the word “Forgotten” : -
As much as this is not a horror story in the standard sense, it still reflects my greatest fear. The loss of self through the terrible affliction of dementia is something I have seen far too often with elderly friends and relatives over the years. It is absolutely heart breaking and I wanted to try and capture that pain and loss here.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Yep terrifying. A future of apologizes and no idea why. As scary as it gets.
I assure. you, you did capture the pain and the loss. That last line just killed me. "whoever she was..." Wow, Daniel!