Frame of Life
An array of photo frames, were lined along the foyer. Family and individual portraits, all smiling, contented, filled with fun and frolic.
I could imagine every picture having an innate story. My eyes turned moist at the reflection of love, warmth and hope.
I was trapped in the trail, until I reached the last frame. It was intimidating.
A woman, her teal eyes were captivating.
I tried to decipher, every furrow buried deep, a mystery it holds and agony untold.
Do I know her? She does look dear, why cannot I remember?
I turned away from the mirror in vexation.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Alzheimer's
9 comments add one below
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Christopher 11 months ago
Wow. This is very powerful.
(Should the word be "contented" in the first paragraph?)
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VerityAlways 11 months ago
Thanks Christopher, it is very moving.
I'm going to drink more coffee now, will save me from being arrested by grammar police!
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VerityAlways 11 months ago
Changed them, thank you Christopher!
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Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Terrific! Powerful indeed, as Christopher has said. I love stories that involve mirrors and mirror image twins in particular. One of my darker short stories involves such a pair. Maybe I’ll see if I can convert it into a drabble series (if I can find it!).
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Christopher 11 months ago
You're welcome, Verity. I try to proofread everything before I post it but sometimes I miss things. Luckily Neville catches them and points out the ones I miss.
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Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Gulp! (Sorry if I offend!)
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Christopher 10 months ago
No, I appreciate it, as I hope Verity does when I do it to them!
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VerityAlways 10 months ago
Thank you Neville, looking forward for those dark ones!
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VerityAlways 10 months ago
I really appreciate it and am very grateful, Christopher.
I do hope an extra ounce of coffee and proofread should help! ill keep my eyes open next time!
