By Bryan van Gorder
I lower Edith into the passenger seat. Her soiled nightgown feels cold and wet against my skin, the latest indignity suffered by her body’s failure.
She thinks we’re visiting her son. It was after his funeral that we’d sat in this garage and Edith admitted she felt her mind slipping. I promised to take care of her; soon I won’t be able to care for myself.
She watches me with empty eyes. I want to hold her and tell her it’ll be okay. I start the car. She touches my hand. “But the garage door.”
I tell her I opened it.
Wow! What a dark story, Bryan. But it made me think…
Really deep, very real.
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Sad…
I did not post the question mark!
Bryan this is a well-written, sad story. You communicated so much in so few words.
The only thing I wanted to know: what is the relationship between Edith and the narrator. Perhaps a second husband or a best friend? I guess it doesn’t matter, the story was great anyway.
I imagined the narrator to be a sibling.
Powerful story, and I’m there every syllable. One to remember, for sure.
beautiful
Sad, sad, sad.
Well done.
You were able to communicate a powerful and sad message in a few words, I am truly impressed.
Wow. Excellent.
Words succeed to bring out deep melancholy. Really a wise plot to reveal.
Thank you to everyone who commented. Your words are appreciated.
Oh my goodness. What a 101 words. Amazing writing that got me in the gut at the end. I want to be able to write like you!
A devastatingly sad tale.