Published September 16, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Yes. It’s me again. Double dipping. It seems my first story is only understood by a few. So I decided, by divine right of flash fiction queens, I’d write another. Thank you for understanding. 😉 


“I’m not a hoarder. I’m sentimental, that’s all.”

True to her words, Carolyn kept a clean, albeit, cluttered house.

“You could eat off my floors.”

“If we could find it.” Megan rolled her eyes as she rummaged through her mother’s kitchen cabinets. “Maybe. But baby bottles? What do you need with these?”

“Mama?” The towheaded toddler in the high chair reached out his arms and whimpered. “Ba-Ba”

Carolyn patted his hand. “Aaron. You’re too big for a bottle. Megan get your baby brother his sippy cup.”

“Mom. Stop!” Megan’s tearful voice startled Carolyn. “Aaron died fifty years ago.”


  • A heart-wrenching story based on the picture, Rochelle. The poor woman is slipping into senility. My mother asked me when we visited her at the nursing home where my dad was. He had died over ten years before. I told her he was on a fishing trip. The Alzheimer’s caught her up in a time warp. She was in her 90s and told people she was in her 30s. It happens.

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  • So sad. I remember reading how Margaret Thatcher, towards the end, had to have the news broken to her every single day that her husband had died. Can you imagine the suffering on both sides of that particular conversation. Well done, Rochelle.

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  • A familiar scene. I have a friend named Frances. She has outlived two husbands and two of her three children. Her stories are often laced with interchangeable names and events. Her grandson, a dear, sweet man, patiently lives many lives by other names in her stories which he has begun preserving on video. Rochelle, you brought the stark reality this week. Nice!

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  • The ending caught me completely by surprise, Rochelle: a domestic conversation, suddenly taking a tragic turn. You engineered that very convincingly. By the way, thanks for letting us have two tales for the price of one this week! 🙂

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    • Dear Nobbin,

      We run into those disconnects having such a diverse community (which is what I adore about Friday Fictioneers). One never knows what made it across the pond all those years ago. I once did a story involving Chicken of the Sea tuna and no one but the Americans got it.
      Your chills are my compliment. Thank you.



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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Oh, that one smarts! Some people never get past a tragedy like this. And if there is any dementia, it is so much worse. Reminds me of when I visited my mother-in-law and she’d ask me how Mick was. Funny she didn’t ask why he wasn’t there with me. Can’t help but wonder what was going on in there.
    Beautifully and tragically done.

    Shalom and lotsa unforgettable love,


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    • Dear Subroto,

      My husband used to get so flustered when he kept having to explain things to his mom. At last he realized it was pointless. You had to “play along.” It was very sad. It was hard to see the matriarch of the family fade away so pathetically. Thank you for your comments.




  • Oooooooo spooky and terribly sad. Memories mixed with memory loss is so heartbreaking. It’s true to them in that moment. And do you break it to them gently over and over or let them live with the moment in time possibly breaking your own heart with the lies you tell. Beautifully written.

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  • Hi Rochelle, that hit me right in the face. Well done as usual. Happy to know that at least some things haven’t changed. Am trying to pick up the threads after a long time. Or perhaps I will just hang around and read, if that’s ok.

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