She’d tied it — she distinctly remembered — just after breakfast, before the day’s long hours further diluted her consciousness. A failsafe against the drip, drip, drip of declining memory.
But now, staring at the knotted piece of string circumnavigating her ring finger, its purpose had vanished, like breath on a windowpane.
Steven Lemprière also wore a string ring. It was to remind him to write a bio.
poignant…though I will confess i have done this!
I, too, have tied a knot … and, later, tried to remember why…
Wow. Terrific.
Well-stated, Steven. And I like the imagery of “drip drip drip.
Hi Steven–I’m a bit slow catching up on my reading, but I’m glad I found this piece. At my age, it scares me a bit. Love the imagery.