Sunday Photo Fiction: Gone Again #flashfiction #amwriting

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 


A Mixed Bag


“I can’t believe we ever lived there.” 

“Yeah it’s a dump, but we didn’t have much choice at the time, Minnie.” 

“Oh Henry, we had such good times there. It was dirty and there were too many drug dealers and thugs. But somehow we made it home alive each night. We huddled inside, afraid of every noise. But we had each other always.” 

“You got used to the noise after awhile,” Henry said. 

“Then we were finally done school and had real jobs. In a couple of years, we bought our first condo and I had Tracy. The condo was a much nicer place and in a family neighbourhood,” Minnie remarked.

“Life it goes by so fast,” Henry said squeezing Minnie’s shoulder gently. 

“What Henry, where are we?” Minnie suddenly said. “You don’t look like Henry? Well a bit but you’re old. Why are they tearing down our apartment Henry?” 

Henry sighed. Minnie was gone from him again. 


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


32 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Gone Again #flashfiction #amwriting”

  1. Sometimes we tire of remembrance, or maybe that’s me. But when the details become an excruciating exercise in retaining the mind, then the import becomes vitally urgent (and enormous). You show new value in a torn-down building and a couple’s nostalgia. Fantastic, Amanda.

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  2. It’s called the “long goodbye”. With dimentia people are often lost in time and space. My mother had Alzheimer’s. She lived until she was almost 93 and thought she was in her 30’s. Good writing, Mandibelle. —- Suzanne

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    1. Thank you Suzanne. Happy you liked the piece. I’m sorry about your mother. But maybe it was funner thinking you were in your thirties than being in your nineties. My Baba is ninety-four in half a year. Her memory is a bit fuzzy but other than that, she’s pretty good. But she hasn’t believed us since she left her house, for a seniors home in her 80’s when we tell her how old she is 🙂

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      1. My mother used to dream at night about traveling and thought it was real. I told my husband she traveled more than we did. They took good care of her in the nursing home. She was there for six years. They had a band on each patient’s wrist so an alarm would sound if they tried to go outside. Alzheimer’s patients tend to wander and get lost. —- Suzanne

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      2. That’s kind of neat actually, traveling in your dreams. It would be interesting. Yes there is an Alzheimer’s ward at the same place my Baba is in. I believe I have a great Aunt (some kind of distant relation) in there and they lock the door, two sets, so no one gets lost. Even so when we passed by the unit, a lady pushed and kept trying to open the door until a nurse could calm her down. Sorry about your Mom, I’m sure you miss her. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving and enjoy your week Suzanne. 🍁🌻

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  3. “Yeah it’s a dump, but we didn’t have much choice at the time, Minnie.”
    “Oh Henry, we had such good times there.”
    Amazing how one’s memories can be so different when seen in context!
    Well done!

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