Weekly Weekly Challenge-Leave your shoes at the door

companionshipI work in the retail sector and everyday we see couples of all shapes and sizes come in through the shop front door. Their age varies as much as the emotions and feelings that they carry around with them, but there is one group that we all feel for, and that is the group for whom the joys of marriage or partnership has become  a fleeting, a half forgotten, or a shattered dream.

Couples in this group want to be happy. They were happy up until fate stepped in and destroyed them, but now, though standing side by side they can be as distant as two lumps of old driftwood caught up in an Atlantic storm

The couples I’m referring to are those whose relationship has been affected by Dementia,  Alzheimer’s, or other related conditions; and some while ago I wrote a story about one such couple as they strive to keep each other and their marriage going.

It is  sad story in many respects, and those who look after affected individuals may find some passages distressing, but by writing this story it has been my intention to bring such matters to the fore. There is still hope for such couples though, as, at times help can still be given, and all to often, real love and affection still forges a powerful bond

Within the U.K there are countless numbers of sufferers, and as many unpaid an unrecognized carers or care givers who look after them. This story is for and yes, for anyone who enjoys a thought provoking and I hope well written story, so all I can say is enjoy.

Hopscotch on the Prom (full story)

Extract-inside the Judy’s (the sufferers) mind

….She wanted pull the fog to one side as if it were a curtain. To tie it back, to meet the couple, and walk and talk with them, as she could hear their laughter and they seemed so very happy, but it was of no use. They never saw her, they never spoke or waved to her, and she didn’t know to go over and say hello.

Judy didn’t like such dreams, as the fog, and her inability to reach the couple, made her feel both scared and lonely, yet part of her, a strange and mysterious part of her, still wanted to go there, and still, in a confused type of way, wanted so much more.

In a big red building Teddy called  a hospital ,a man wearing a white coat had told her that such dreams weren’t dreams but periods of what he called lucidity, whatever they meant. Then he said that her ever present companion was called Edward, and that her and Edward were married, but as she was a child she couldn’t be married. Marriage was for grown up people, her mother had once told her, and not for children. Also this man was called Teddy, not Edward, so the man in the white coat had to be wrong. She looked at the gold ring on her finger. Teddy always seemed happy when he stroked the ring so perhaps she should stroke it. It might be a magic ring, and if she stroked it hard enough all her dreams and memories might come back to her; and if they came back to her they might even become real. She could almost taste the ice cream and candy floss, and she could almost climb on the merry-go-round horses. Maybe all she had to do was to close her eyes; to sing; to rub that ring, and then to quietly dream.

“Hopscotch, one to ten, turn around and back again”

She closed her eyes, sang to herself softly, and then, very tenderly, she rubbed her shiny gold ring….

Thank you everyone for your time and attention. I hope you have enjoyed both the extract and the story, and, if you have the time and inclination the two You Tube videos to come

Weekly Challenge-Leave your shoes at the door


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