The Third Room

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“Third room on your left.” That’s the nurse’s dialogue whenever she sees me. Maybe I’m too handsome to be forgotten? Or do I look to old to remember anything?

Her brown eyes’re watery. I recognize them— tears of pity. Though I am not sure if those are for you, or for me. They’re for us, maybe.

Weird as it may sound, I am glad we can still share something. Something that still belongs to us. Even if they’re salty tears.

‘Cause our memories are now solely mine. Your complex brain has long abandoned them. Even my name was left forgotten.

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Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Amy Reese

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 30 September 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

P.S. It’s been a long time and I am glad to be back. ❤
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28 thoughts on “The Third Room”

  11. I reread it a few times. I think him and nurse had something? But now he only has the memories? I’m a bit confused why. I thought he was like a mental patient and had imagined this relationship or she wasn’t actually a nurse but a patient herself with Alzheimer’s or something. The mental patient idea was why I thought it was a bit scary. I know u haven’t been in a mental ward but even in Canada in hospitals, they are not enjoyable places. So I associate bad things with those places.

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    1. he has a wife in the third room which he frequently visits that’s why the nurse recognize him but still always tell him where his wife is. pity tears is because the nurse feels for the old couple because the wife has an Alzheimer’s disease. apologies if my story seemed unclear. thank you.

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