Sixty years with Alice, through good times and bad. She forgave me for the brief affair I had five decades ago, when I thought I was bored; now it’s the one thing she remembers through the dementia. I bury the shame as I care for her, tears in my eyes.
Alastair Millar is an archaeologist by training and translator by trade, living in the Czech Republic. His flash fiction can be found through linktr.ee/alastairmillar and he lurks on Twitter at @skriptorium as well as on Mastodon.
😞 sorry
Oh, heck. Ouch.
Nice one, Alistair. Sad but it reflects the reality of the disease.
Well done
Touching. But yes, somehow the bad memories always seem to overpower the good ones. Well done
Brought tears to me eyes. How painfully beautiful, this story.
Such sadness.