Friday, August 9, 2013

87-Year-Old Itch

Copyright - Renee Heath

Waiting for the crosstown bus, she eyed the recessed steam grate with a mischievous smile. Packages forgotten, she strolled over and “accidentally” allowed the rush of heated air to blow her summer dress upwards. She turned slowly, languorously favoring a passing businessman with a seductive smile.

On that fateful day, few were spared the daunting sight of 87-year-old Margaret Flannery, her faded Goodwill attire flapping about her pale, wrinkled thighs. While the onset of dementia might, in many ways, be a sad and horrific thing, for that frozen moment in time it brought “Marilyn” nothing but the greatest of joy.


This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.

7 comments:

  1. Awwww, this is sort of sweet in a sad way.

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  2. Quite the poignant story Jeffery. It's nice to read of someone with dementia enjoying themselves, having read so many tales of the angst it brings.

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  3. The mind can concoct some imaginative tales. Too bad sometimes the reality does not match.

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  4. Wonderful story! Agree with a previous comment, the positive cast on dementia is refreshing.

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  5. Interesting twist. I get everything you see in this image though.

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  6. oh that was sad and sweet at the same time....

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  7. Absolutely joyous. A great little tale with its twisted, but happy ending.

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