The soothing sound of a radio in the distance was playing a Roger Miller tune. “England swings like a pendulum do, bobbies on bicycles two by two…” The shadows were growing as dusk appeared in the sky. She laid on the couch with a blanket over her legs. Someone knocked on the door. They knocked again. You could hear muffled noises outside the door as the person fished their keys out of their pocket. The door slowly creaked open and let the last of the fading sunlight in putting a little color back on the woman’s too pale cheeks. “Alright sis,” the man said. “It is time to be awake and get your groceries.”
There was no response though. The woman was still and silent. Too still. The man walked over to her and touched her hand immediately gasping. He knelt down and frantically tried to find a pulse. It was too late. His sister had passed away in her sleep several hours before he got there. He slowly walked to the phone and called the police as a tear ran down his cheek.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pendulum
She sat on the edge of the bed
A vacant look in her eyes
Looking at her granddaughter
She complimented her on her dress
The little girl stood in pants and a t-shirt
Looking very confused
This was the moment
My heart broke for her loss
Her grandma was fading away
Disconnecting with the real world
Trapped in one with illusions
Slowly she lost reality
In her world of delusion
Walking in a haze of visions
She left the house in winter
Early one morning
Likely looking for her husband
The temperatures were brutal
And she succumbed to the cold
Taken way too early in life
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vacant
England Dan and John Ford Coley, Eric Clapton, Exile and the Eagles… “Every Breath You Take,” “Every Time You Go Away,” “Elvira,” and “Everyday People” … earphones, encore, ensemble, eight-track… each one an exceptional choice.
Where were you on August 16th in 1977? I realized some of you younger readers were not even a twinkle in your parent’s eyes yet. But it is one of a handful of days I will never forget. My friend from across the street was over and we were listening to the radio and heard a news break. Elvis Presley was dead at the age of 42.
My friend and I flew downstairs to see if it was true. My mom was a fan and had the news on TV about it. My friend took off back home as her mom was a big fan and she knew it would be rough news for her. I sat with my mom for quite a while with the news trying to figure out what was going on.
The most tragic thing about his death, was the fact someone could have stopped it if only they had forced the issue. He was given so much more in prescriptions than he should have been. He had a room full of yes people to give him anything he wanted and sadly no one thought this was bad. It was an enormous loss for the music industry.
I am so tired of this illness controlling our lives… but that is the bottom line it IS our very lives. I live in a hot spot… a title I never thought I would see in the state of Iowa. We have between 1000 to 3000 new cases every day. Deaths have been hitting record numbers lately. I think the highest was 70 in one day. There is a LOT of rural area in Iowa, it is a farming state. Why are the numbers so high? I don’t understand it. Of course if we had been giving a little assistance, a guiding light from a leader… instead we got insults to China and comparisons to the flu. I see a little light around the corner with the vaccines on the horizon. Please WEAR YOUR MASKS and be safe. Sadly it is not over yet. (Socially distanced) (((HUGS)))
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – succumb