This is a familiar place. I knew I had come here before… not once… but numerous times. I had walked down this street with someone. But I just could not remember who that was. I asked the people working in the restaurant, I asked the people in the street. No one had seen me before, nor knew me. But I have a feeling… a very strong one… that I have to wait for that someone here… right in this street.
Oh no! Here come the nurses. They are coming for me. They said I am sick, but I’m not! Why did they keep saying that my son wants me to stay in that home when I’m not even married?
“Poor lady, she becomes like this ever since her husband passed away.”
I heard the senior nurse said to the new nurse.
Husband? What husband? Who is my husband? Who is my son? Where am I? Who… am I?
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Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting the weekly challenge, and Louise for supplying the photo.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post