MLMM: The Flight of Fancy


Sometimes her mind would go off into flights of fancy. She would be 26 years old again and running. It would feel like she was gliding over the earth as her breath slowed. She would run and run and run for miles, through vineyards and trails, sometimes she could feel water lapping at her feet; she’d feel strong and at peace with everything in her world. The breeze would feel cool, and the sun magical and healing. Sometimes she would run naked, without a single bit of self-consciousness.

Then her mind would snap to reality. The nurses never noticed the trickle of a tear when that happened.

== 108 words ==

Thanks to mindlovemisery for hosting Tale Weaver #21 – Flight. This week we’re asked to write a piece based upon the given collage.

Please TAG your post: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Tale Weaver. Add your link to the MLMM image. In case the tale weaver gremlins are at work, please link back to this post, as well.


MLMM: The Flight of Fancy

7 thoughts on “MLMM: The Flight of Fancy

  1. My mother had descended into dementia before she died. Her sister died of Alzheimer’s. This makes me think of my aunt, and what might have become of my mother.
    This is an achingly beautiful story.

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  2. Thanks for your contribution to the Tale weaver, I greatly appreciate you participating and this week you have added a very poignant tale. I agree with other comments old age both sucks and its hard work. I thought your post was beautifully written.

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