There’s a woman in a niqab, talking to her son in a non-English language.
On the seat in front of them: a white man, who turns around and tells the woman that she’s in the UK and should be speaking English.
On the seat in front of the white man, is an elderly white woman who points out: “We’re in Wales, and she’s speaking Welsh.”
Mae yna fenyw mewn niqab, yn siarad â’i mab mewn iaith nad yw’n Saesneg.
Ar y sedd o’u blaenau: dyn gwyn, sy’n troi o gwmpas ac yn dweud wrth y wraig ei bod hi yn y DU a dylai fod yn siarad Saesneg.
Ar y sedd o flaen y dyn gwyn, mae’n fenyw gwyn oedrannus sy’n nodi: “Rydym ni yng Nghymru, ac mae hi’n siarad Cymraeg.”
“It’s just moments now Dad, everything.
Just moments now, they don’t join up!”
“My memories. My life doesn’t join up. Can’t remember.”
“Someone else will remember. Someone will remember for you.”
From the final episode of Wallander
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
Each year he offered the first of the crop to his darling wife.
This year she was not there to receive it.
The apple of his eye forever!
I seem to have lost my whatsit,
I think I had it once.
I’m sure I had it yesterday,
I’m getting quite the dunce.
I think it’s called a memory
and rests inside my head.
I just can’t seem to find it.
I’ll sit and read instead!
Worrying things the bus driver sometimes says.
“Next stop, the crematorium.”
Today I was working in the front garden. I was digging out Grape Hyacinths and Bluebells that are always threatening to overtake every other plant.
A lady stopped to pass the time of day. She lives fairly close by and I see her often, and wave. Occasionally we have a brief chat.
Today, she greeted me with, “Oh, I didn’t realise that you lived there, so close to me!” She told me that she was Secretary of the local Allotment Society, and how busy that kept her. She also informed me that she had a pacemaker fitted, and how it had given her a new lease of life.
The conversation progressed along traditional lines and then she set off to continue her journey home.
I did not let on that we had had an identical conversation last time she passed by when I was gardening at the front, almost at the same spot.
As she left I said, “I’m Peter by the way!”
She reminded me of her name.
For the life of me, I cannot remember what it is!!
Look here where Kat Myrman has this wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt:
and my 2 attempts:
Sophie, the dementia care cat, knew that she may be roughly handled, she didn’t mind. She’d seen too many come and go, but loved them all!
Claude had been a faithful companion to Mary for 15 years. This was the best lap in the world. Together they breathed a last contented sigh!
We all know what a Will is, and we’ve all made one haven’t we?
Of course! It would be silly not to have done so.
How about a Living Will? Good idea too!
These are not things to do when you are older, they are things that we all should have done long ago. If you haven’t, then arrange to do it soon.
I would add a further will, a Dementia Will. That is, how you would wish to be treated if you have to live with Dementia. You can read mine here:
Please use it as a basis for your own. I pray that it sits, unused, forever!