September 26: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 26, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone unremembered. Is it a momentary lapse or a loss in time? Play with the tone — make it funny, moving, or eerie. Go where the prompt leads you!

There were warm smiles and hugs all round, general chit chat and catching up over a period of about fifteen minutes.
It was so lovely to see them, they said so.
It had been such a long time, and how were the family, the dog, the new house?
How was their health, were they enjoying retirement?
Parting company, any familiarity faded and frowns replaced their polite smiles. They knew so much, yet they couldn’t be placed.
It’s the old story. Minds are searched, family faces summoned from the deepest depths. Who were they exactly? Damned if I could remember.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to September 26: Flash Fiction Challenge

  1. Sadje says:

    Great take on the Prompt.

  2. Quite clever, I loved that ending for sure! 😉

    • cheers. happens to me a lot!

      • I think the spookiest was when we were viewing a property and the man greeted me like a long lost relative. He asked about Maggie (by name), the family, how we were doing etc etc, and I didn’t know him from Adam. There was no way we could, as I’m from Poole in Dorset and this was a house in Lincolnshire!

      • Yeah, I would say that is a bit freaky.
        I had that happen only once before. I was dining out and this woman came over to my table, “Oh, Diane, It’s been so long! How are you, how is Jim?” I stopped her and explained she must have confused me with someone else, and she proceeded to get mad at me. “I can’t believe you’re going to treat me like you don’t know me. You’re a bitch!” — I looked around the restaurant and the manager came over asking if something was wrong?
        I tried to explain to him what was happening while this woman still kept yelling at me.
        Needless to say… The woman was escorted out. And, no fault of the restaurant, they gave us the meal on the house. LOL!

  3. Nobbinmaug says:

    Unlike everybody else, I read this as someone with Alzheimers who forgot people as soon as they left. An encounter with someone who remembers you while you don’t remember them is a more fun view. That happened to me recently. I ran into someone after about a year and a half, and she didn’t remember me. We only dated for six years. That part’s a joke. We were casual acquaintances. I was still mildly offended that she didn’t recognize me. She tried to blame my sunglasses.

    • Now that’s an interesting view, and one I never thought of. My Mum had dementia and towards the end found it difficult to place people, even family. Visiting was not as often as we’ like due to distance and I stopped ringing because I knew it distressed her not being able to put a face to the voice. But my letters were another matter as she knew immediately who they were from. I was blessed with a spark of recognition the last time I saw her in December 2017, and she knew who I was when I spoke to her in the hospital three days before she died.

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  5. This made me smile, Di. I have also experienced this where people recognise me and have a chat and I have no idea who they are.

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