Alzheimer’s being the conniving thieving bitch that it is, my mother wasn’t herself in the final years of her life. The woman I visited in the Alzheimer’s special care unit was a stranger wearing my mother’s skin but not much else, like the invasion of the body snatchers had taken place, month after month beneath the surface, until one day we looked and the woman we knew was gone, replaced by some alien being. An imposter. Intruder alert. Intruder alert. She died back in 2012. Don’t worry; I won’t be getting maudlin on you. My real mother–not that stranger in a wheel chair, head nodding on her shoulder–is who I want to think about today. My real mother —Enid Maude Good nee Hayden, a prim, old-fashioned name, perhaps the only thing about her I didn’t love— was British-born and had a lovely London lilt to her voice her whole life even though she left England in the mid-1950’s. I suppose at thirty, her vocal patterns were already frozen in place. Sounding like a cross between
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Welcome to Trifecta! This was a fun read with a great flirty back-and-forth banter. I'd love to see what happens next!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you give Trifecta a try. I like the conversation and actually laughed out loud at the swizzle stick bit :)
ReplyDeleteYour comment at the end caught my attention - it sounds so familiar. My grandma had Alzheimers and passed away nearly a year-and-a-half ago - now my mom is afraid she has it too and stresses out every time she has a memory moment. Hang in there :)
Thanks ladies! I had forgotten how hard and nerve-racking it is to put yourself out there. Still, it was fun to give it a go.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to check out everyone else's stuff tomorrow. I was blown away by the Goldilocks stories!
I loved the weave over and the reference to a 33 or 333 word man. Clever! I was confused in the dialogue beginning with come here often - I felt there was a secret I didn't understand there. Hope to see you again at Trifecta!
ReplyDeleteGreat dialogue! :)
ReplyDeletePoint well taken, Kelly. The female character is hiding something but I wondered if that translated.
ReplyDeleteCan't miss the salt. It's part of the Margy experience. Nicely told. Funny ending about work. It's good to know when to leave!
ReplyDeleteSim!!! Hi!!! I liked your story. :). It seemed realistic and I could picture the scene... I'm glad you are doing Trifecta.
ReplyDeleteLibby, I noticed you and Cipriano both did it so I thought I'd give it a whirl.
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ReplyDeleteWelcome to Trifecta! Love the reference to the 33 and 333 in the story. And I disagree with the disclaimer at the end -- it certainly didn't read as if you hadn't done fiction for a long time. I enjoyed this and I hope you stick with us, starting with the weekend challenge tomorrow. Thanks for linking up.
ReplyDeleteI liked the evaluation of whether he was a 33-word or a 333-word man! And, um, I've had just that thought about the "straws" for the margaritas.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great read, Sim (I like to drink my "margie" with a straw ir a swizzle, too, heh... the better to stir the salt in, ya know? Lol) Welcome to the Trifecta community, I hope to see you here often! ;-)
ReplyDeleteDo you come here often? :) No, I see you don't. You should. This is well done. Also rare. Both on the same piece!
ReplyDeleteBravo, Sim. I'd read more any time. Bravo for putting yourself out there.
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to reading more!!
ReplyDeleteMy aunt has Alzheimer's from an early age (my age) so I am also terrified every time I forget something as well.
Thanks for dropping by and visiting!
Very cool story, and I love the idea of sticking to 333 words. That kind of challenge really develops skill!
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