She no longer really knows who I am. Every now and then I think I see a hint in her eyes, something behind the surface that makes me wonder whether there is a glint of recognition. It is so fleeting that milliseconds later, I doubt myself.
I know who she is though.
She is the woman I vowed to love and to hold in sickness and health till death us do part.
She is the woman whose hand I held through three long, painful labours.
She is the woman who pushed my wheelchair for six months when I needed a back operation after a car accident.
I know who she is.
©2013 Laura Besley
Flash Fiction Diary
This piece was inspired by this photo. "A man teaches his girlfriend the alphabet after she lost her memory." For more heart-warming photos go to this website.
I've decided to take part in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) again this year. The aim is to write 50,000 words towards a novel, or in my case towards a collection of short stories, within the month of November.
This is the first week of December and NaNoWriMo is officially over. I'm happy to say that I managed to write 50,000 words! I've written about it here if you're interested in reading more.