Is This Sunday?

by , under Fiction Prompts, Friday Fictioneers

“Where is my coffee?”

“It’s right there in front of you, dear.”

“Ah. Yes. So it is!” He lifted it to his lips and for a moment I could again see what he’d looked like as a little boy. “Oh, this is good. What is it again?”

“It’s coffee, dear. Just as you like it.”

“With plenty of cream and– and–”  He scowled. It was the words that bothered him. He seemed fine with the other things. Faces, names, places. But losing words always upset him.

“Sugar, dear. Plenty of cream and sugar.”

“Sugar. I remember. Yes, sugar.”  He smiled.

 

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  1. Lynn Love

    Just so simply written, but conveys so much about their lives together and his current state of health. Beautifully done Josh

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  2. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover

    So very touching and well written. the line “I could again see what he’d looked like as a little boy” left me thinking this was something more then dementia, a child that had suffered a brain injury.

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