Misty mornings

Photograph by Maggie Duncan

The little boy was circling the table with a model airplane held aloft.

“Aaron come here..” She called out to the boy.

“Ma, I’m Aaron. That’s my son Mike. He’s your grandson.” The man holding her hand continued talking but she knew he wasn’t her son. Her son was 9years old and playing infront of her. She couldn’t understand why they were confusing her.

“Remember Laura? She’s my wife. You came for the wedding with Papa…”

She looked through the window at the mountains covered in mist. It was like her life. All she could see were the faint outlines.



this story was written based on the photo prompt at the top. For more stories on this prompt here’s where you need to gohttp://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/082412-2/

28 responses to “Misty mornings

  1. How sad! Alzheimer’s? Well done and you tied the “misty/mist” in perfectly.

  2. A nice play on the ‘misty’ of the subject photo. Well done.

  3. A touching story and clever use of the prompt.
    Thanks for a great read.

  4. I lived that same conversation with my grandmother, nevering knowing from one visit to another if she’d know me. Very well done, evoking the feelings of loss and grief that are a part of that disease.

    mine is here: http://erinleary.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/flash-friday-fiction-13/

  5. That photo was very evocative of passing time and fading memories. I think we were both thinking along the same lines this week!

    You captured the voice of the character very well.

  6. beautiful, yet that story chills me to the heart …. bw

  7. What is her name? She must have a name. Do you remember her name?
    Your story cries to me, and I need a name for her lost memory.

  8. Sad story, well told. I wonder how long before he stops reminding her and just plays along? Heartbreaking stuff.


  9. This story is really beautiful – I love how you show things from her perspective, and how real it feels to her.
    I’m over here; http://elmowrites.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/friday-fictioneers-far-afield/

  10. We are living this with my stepmother. As mysccalledDutchlife says, they need to stop trying to get her into their world and just go along with hers. (Easier said than done.) Well done for getting into her skin. I am here http://anneorchardwriter.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/misty-friday-fictioneers/

  11. Heartbreaking. That’s the only word for this.

  12. “It was like her life. All she could see were the faint outlines.”Very insightful–

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