(Author’s Note: One of the primary reasons I haven’t written here in the last little bit has been because I’ve been involved in National Novel Writing Month. I have been spending a lot of energy on writing 50,000 words, in the hopes that I can not only do it, but maybe surpass it and get it into editing (the hard part). I’m inspired, funny enough, by Val McDearmid. She is a good Scottish writer who has had some of her work turned into streaming programs (Britbox’s “Karen Pirie” is the latest). So, I am working my hardest. But, I decided to take some time out today and write here. So here’s today’s work.)
Sound Of Silence
by Miles H. Rost
Marie sat in her chair, working on the same loop of crochet that she’d been working on for the last minute.
Her daughter, Margaret, sat by her with her hand on her knee.
Marie put down her crochet and looked into Margaret’s eyes.
“You don’t know what it’s like. To do something, then forget you already did it.”
“Oh, Mom…”
Marie smiled sadly, and put her hand on Margaret’s head.
“Time to get back to my crochet work.”
Margaret looked up as her mother picked up her project and started on the same loop, yet again.
Her heart shattered completely.
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A cruel torment to have to watch
I know it, having to watch an aunt waste away.
Very well done, Miles. It’s not easy to watch someone slowly go away.
Considering that I’m going through it right now with an aunt, I can confirm this.
I’ve been there. Sending good vibes.
That’s a tragic process, to lose someone slowly over a period of time and have to watch them lose themselves at the same time. Well done though. Good luck on Nano. Looks like you’re still well ahead of me so far. 🙂
Well done, and so real. I work with dementia in aged care. This is so well expressed in just 100 words.
A sad reality to meet. But your story is well done.
So truthful and touching! Thank you for taking time out to write it. I hope your novel is going well!
A bitter sweet reality, to have them there but not really there.
The cruelest torture is when you have someone who you love, but who is unable to love you back because they don’t know who they are.
This loss and yet presence is found in so many people’s lives these days. Hard from both sides.
Poignant and moving. Well done! Good luck with your NaNoWriMo writing. I got bronchitis just as it was starting, so didn’t even try! But I might make a different goal than a complete novel. Happy writing!
My mom couldn’t see well enough to crochet any more, but she told the same story multiple times in just five or ten minutes. It is indeed a sad and heart-wrenching thing to watch.
Dear Miles,
It’s hard to watch someone you love disappear before your eyes. Touching story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A lesson I have been learning in spades in the recent years, especially with my aunt.