By Susan Sutherland
He’s been telling lies about me again.
He said I put coffee in the freezer, but I was trying to cool it down.
He told our daughter I got lost in the supermarket, but I was looking for yeast to make bread. She said I have not made bread for twenty years.
He told the doctor I mowed the lawn at 2 a.m. But it was cool then.
He is telling me lies now. He says he is taking me out for the day, but I saw him put my suitcase in the car. I am going to be left somewhere.
Very moving with so few words. A lovely piece.
Powerful piece! So many images presented with your words – Wow!
Nope. Too goofy to go anywhere.
Well done!
Heartbreaking. I really felt this story. Very well done!
Loved it. A good read.
Beautiful and heartbreaking. I just lost a loved one to Alzheimer’s-related illness. The narrator of this piece could have been him.
So much feeling.
Is this what is awaiting us?
Great Story. Lot of feeling.
Enjoyed this
The first line and last paragraph are the story. You get lost in confusing lies with indicators of dementia. If they were actual lies, then they should be disputed, not viewed as actions to explain.,