Donna’s face took on a pouty moue when Charles told her that it was the end of their affair. “I cannot afford to continue to see you,” he explained. “I can no longer juggle my marriage to my wife of ten years and my extramarital affair with you, Donna. I need to achieve some degree of tranquility in my life. I need my space. Do you understand?”
No, she did not understand. She was devastated. Even though he had promised more than once to leave his wife, she knew that the relationship was probably doomed from the start. Yet she found Charles’ colorful personality and strong profile, with his aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones, to be irresistible.
Donna felt like the scorned heroine of a bad work of romantic literature. She was debating between asking the police to arrest the scalawag for breach of promise or to do something even more drastic, like eliminating her competition. But in the end, she decided to just lick her wounds and to go find another married man to woo. They are always so needy.
Written for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where the topic is “the end.” Also for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “space.”Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (moue, aquiline), Your Daily Word Prompt (afford), Word of the Day Challenge (juggle, literature), The Daily Spur (tranquil, colorful), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (arrest, scalawag).
We set it up on the headboard of her bed in the nursing home. The plan was for her to wake up each morning and to see pictures of her family and close friends. The idea was to trigger happy, meaningful memories in her mind, or what was left of it given the advanced stage of her disease.
The medical staff at the facility at first thought it was a good idea, but after a few weeks they called my wife and suggest that we take down what we called her memory board. They said that she would see the pictures we had clipped to the headboard and get angry because she didn’t know who any of the people in the photos were and wanted to know why the photos were there. They told my wife that her Alzheimer’s had progressed to the point that, while physically she was in good shape for a woman her age, mentally she was gone.
That afternoon, my wife and I drove to the nursing home and took down the photos and the lights from her headboard. She was irritated because two strangers were in her room messing things up. We put everything from the memory board into a box and as we were getting ready to leave, my wife, tears flowing down her cheeks, reached out for the old lady’s hand and said, “We love you, Grammy. We’ll be back to visit with you again this weekend.”
Grammy pulled her hand away, gave her granddaughter a nasty look, and angrily said, “Who are you and how did you get into my house?”
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Oleg Zaicev on Pexels.com.
Welcome to November 12, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “arrest.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
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