By Gary Davison
He was stooped with age, dark eyes, and a familiar face wearing a
lost sheep look.
I caught his glance, and nodded…an old friend for sure.
“Dinner’s ready,” a nurse says touching my shoulder.
“May I invite someone?” I ask.
“Sure, but who?” she asks.
“Over there by that nurse,” I point.
She looks…gently squeezes my hand and tells me, “Sweetie, those are our reflections
in the mirrored wall.”
My confusion happens a lot they say. Memories slip away, mercifully
forgotten before they’re missed, but right now, in this singular
moment, I take solace that I still remember me.
Wonderfully captures an extraordinary moment.
Ohh! … I thought, how kind he was, to invite his friend over, and then suddenly how sad, the realisation. Beautifully written.
A beautiful reveal. Thank you for sharing.
Your last line says it all! Fantastic write!
Thanks everyone for your kind comments… I’m glad you liked it.