Remembering – FFfAW – 25 July 2017

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There were lots of things that he couldn’t remember any more, no matter how hard he tried.

Sometimes, falling asleep ,he would remember the sea, a small white boat, and the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon, but both of their names were long lost to him.

Strangers would visit and tell him stories of his life, but none of these memories seemed to be his and they would leave looking sad, kissing him on the forehead as they departed.  They seemed nice people though and he was grateful for the company and he so enjoyed their stories.

As he slipped into the darkness, a nurse at his bedside holding his hand, he opened his eyes for one last time, remembering everything.

“Josephine” he said smiling, “that was her name.”

 


 

Word count – 150

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!


Want to read more of my stuff?  No.  Don’t blame you, no offence taken.

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/

 

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