MEANDERINGS…
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz 😀 (Thanks, Ted)
By Neel Anil Panicker
It’s a fixed routine, come rain, come shine, every night, around eightish__there they’re, taking their customary stroll around the park, the faces glowing bright under the glare of the strobe lights.
‘Three Musketeers’, that’s what I call them__the woman, slightly older; the men, much younger__their arms entwined around one another, all eyes glinting like thousand watt bulbs.
Happiness personified, that’s what they are.
I whiff of nostalgia singed with regret brushes past my scarred mindscape.
‘Maybe, just maybe, that woman’s me, and those two handsome young men clasping her arms my sons.
Wishful thinking?
Or, just the onset of dementia?
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Ah, well I know the scarred mindscape! Those with dementia are the last to know, too.
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Thanks a lot, Hardy
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This is great, Neel.
You should flip your There they’re, though 😉 Say that quickly 10 times!
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In any event there shouldn’t be a comma after they’re. 😉
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Thanks a lot, Hardy
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Umm
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Thanks Dale. I wrote thinking it sounds more poetic but then i see you have a point there (pun intended).
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Dear Neel,
Hope it’s not dementia. Sweet little bit of musing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
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Almost sweet, then very bitter.
And I agree with Dale, above, but not with Rochelle, the comma is good!
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Thanks Ceayr.
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thoughts of a past life, a lot of story left unsaid. Touching piece Neel
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Thanks Kelly.
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Love the rhythm on this. Nice imagery too–eyes glinting like thousannd watt bulbs, nostagia singed with regret felt like a night at the county fair to me. I did not want the ride to end.
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Dementia can be really daunting for the dear ones.. nice one Neel
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Sure it is. Thanks a lot, Aks
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Poignant write. Such sights were not so rare here. Alas ……
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You achieve a subtle and complex mix of emotions in your narrator – admiration, envy, pleasure, nostalgia, longing – and confusion. Well done!
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I’m old enough to feel the stirring of dementia—–a loooooong way away!
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Oh, the thoughts about my parents your story stirred up. Nicely done.
(there they’re – I think you have these in the wrong order.)
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Great layers to this story. A great write.
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