By Paul J Clark
It was foggy. It was often foggy these days. On clear days, Norma would live her best life. Nights out at Club Americana or the Marquee Club were her favourite. She wondered why that nice chap who regularly flirted with her never called her anymore.
It was the clear days that Norma’s daughter, Sarah, hated the most. Those were the days she had to explain for the hundredth time “that nice chap” was dead. Her dad was dead. Those clear days were the days Norma couldn’t see through her fog and recognise Sarah. Going back in time was her superpower.
Well done. Moving and sadly real.
Your last line brings your moving work to a great finish.
Poignant and beautifully delivered.
Wow. Going through this with a relative. This story sums it up so well.
Poignant and well-crafted.
Love this!! Well done
“On clear days, Norma would live her best life.” What an achingly resonant line. Great piece.
Great 101 words! Well done!
This is so well done!!! Such a haunting piece.
Sad yet still a good read. Well done.
So moving and well written. This is a painful gem
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