Locked Doors

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Martha sat, rocking, smiling into the sunlight streaming through window.

John sat in the far corner, unnoticed and forgotten for the moment.

Elisabeth tiptoed in and handed John the album. Martha didn’t notice.

John flipped to a random page. A beautiful young woman in a military nurse’s uniform smiled up at him. England, 1945.

He glanced at Martha.

Another random page and there was his and Elisabeth’s mom as a baby. 1951.

Another page. Paris, 1979.

Another page, another memory.

“It’s all there, but the storage doors are locked.”

John looked up. Elisabeth was watching Martha, tears in her eye.

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Word count = 100

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49 thoughts on “Locked Doors

  1. Brenda's Thoughts

    It’s very sad when thinking of those whose memories are locked away from them. My dad has dementia and gets very frustrated from time to time. When he has his clearest moments, he wants to ramble on, which we of course encourage him to do. I love it when that happens!! Sensitively written, Trent.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      I am sorry about your dad. I know it is hard for everyone involved. A lot of “it” still seems to be there in people like your dad who have their lucid, totally here moments, so maybe someday somebody can find that key to unlock it and let them be themselves all of the time…

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  2. Na'ama Yehuda

    What a clever take on the prompt. What a devastating reality that so many live. Sometimes the ‘lid’ lifts and some memory, a recognition, a whiff of the person who once was known, shows itself … then gone. Back under the lock of lost connections and diminished brain. …

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. It is awful. Luckily it hasn’t hit too close to home. Those little glimpses at the person who was once there gives some hope that we may some day find a way to if not reverse it, to at least minimize the worst of it.

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