This is my first entry for the Weekend Wordsmith writing prompt. I think I'm really going to enjoy this!
Ellen stares into the distance. She never moves and seldom utters a sound. Just sits there, looking. I look too, trying to see what it is that’s so fascinating out there. I can’t see anything though. Nothing.
I believe Ellen sees something though, because every now and then she’ll smile the most beautiful smile. When that happens I see the old Ellen. The Ellen I fell in love with. I miss her so much.
She’s not really here with me now; not really. Her body is just a shell. She’s in there somewhere that I can’t reach.
I keep trying though. I sit here by the window holding her hand. We sit and stare. Stare at nothing…
6 comments:
Wow is that powerful! It gave me goose bumps and sadness.
Thank you. That is the best compliment a writer can get I believe, that their writing made someone actually feel something.
Awesome - because now I want to know more - like Ellen just emotionally distant or does she have Alzheimer's? Nicely done... Welcome to Weekend Wordsmith!
I was thinking of Alzheimer's when I wrote the piece. Glad you liked it.
Alzheimer's is a terrible disease. I saw my Granny get worse and worse with it. I can't imagine with a spouse feels when going through it with their loved one.
Good idea, potent. I like it.
Anthony
Thank you. I will be looking at your stuff soon, I promise!
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