MLMM: The Flight of Fancy

July 10, 2015 OnChicreative writing, fiction, flash fiction, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, short story, Tale Weaver, writing prompt

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.

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

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7 thoughts on “MLMM: The Flight of Fancy”

lifelessons says:

I have a sister with Alzheimer’s and I am fairly sure this poem captures her thoughts, at least those of a year or two ago. Unfortunately, no one could help but notice her tears. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/07/10/old-stories/

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July 10, 2015 at 11:16 am Reply
1. OnChi says:
  
  It’s very sad, but I’ve noticed an occasional tear from my mother, and I wonder what she’d been thinking. Old age is not for sissies.
  
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  July 10, 2015 at 11:18 am Reply
luckyjc007 says:

Old age can be very sad, for the person and the ones around them. Sometimes when are at your weakest is when you have to have the most strength. Excellent post with insights of the old.

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July 10, 2015 at 11:29 am Reply
georgeplace2013 says:

That was a beautiful place she ran to.

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July 10, 2015 at 1:43 pm Reply
HumaAq says:

Well told story. I wish nurses observe and communicate their despair and sadness

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July 10, 2015 at 2:28 pm Reply
phylor says:

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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July 10, 2015 at 8:19 pm Reply
summerstommy2 says:

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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July 10, 2015 at 9:57 pm Reply