The old man just looked up and smiled.
“What are you doing here, Dad?”
“Oh, I was just thinking.” He looked around. “I’ll never see this place again, will I?”
“Yes you will, Dad.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He turned to face the breeze and the warmth of the sunshine. She reached over and brushed the hair out of his face with her fingers.
“Why don’t we go back inside?” She pulled his coat closed and took his arm, guiding him up.
They walked, slowly and laboriously, up the sidewalk.
“How life is filled with ironies,” she thought as she prepared his afternoon pills. She had become the parent now, and he was the child.
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.