This is a short story, in 500 words.
It was prompted by the above photo, sent to me by Maggie, from https://fromcavewalls.wordpress.com/
Diana had always loved that bench-table. Keith had made it himself, using moulds purchased from a builder’s merchant, and mixing the concrete in some old buckets no longer used for any other purpose. It had turned out surprisingly well, and was solid and strong. Just like him.
In the garden, it seemed to suit the mood. They never did go for a cultured, or over-manicured look, and other than a few tubs of annuals, tended to let it slide. That natural, slightly overgrown atmosphere pleased them both, and also meant a lot less unnecessary work. Weekends away from the the city could be enjoyed, rather than endured, as there was little to do but relish the surroundings.
Most mornings, they would have their coffee sitting at the bench. And on fine summer evenings, enjoy a glass of wine before and after dinner. Sitting there, feeling the roughness under their clothes, it seemed to be perfect. It went with the surroundings, and gave that feel of something timeless, that would always endure. When the weather was at its best, it was not unknown for them to have both breakfast and dinner at that sturdy table, ignoring the flies, and the occasional wasp.
And just like that bench, their marriage endured. Two kids, lots of happy memories crowded around the table, squashed on the small seats intended for one, but managing to accommodate two on each side. As time went on, work got busy, and they rarely managed once a month around the bench-table. Cherished moments though, as the concrete weathered, mimicking their own ageing. When the kids got older, they made it out to the place when they could, the eventual grandchildren sitting on their laps around the table. Happy days indeed.
Retirement came, and was welcomed. They could give up the apartment in the city, and spend their days enjoying relaxation and peace in their countryside idyll. Keith seemed to be rejuvenated. Diana was so happy, she had never known a time when they had been so relaxed. This was the life that had always hoped for, and a part of them had anticipated. For more than six months of every year, they took their meals around the bench-table, talking of the times when they had hoped to be doing exactly that.
Now Diana smiled as she saw Keith sitting there, waiting for her to come outside. She took the big mug of coffee, and smiled at her daughter. “I will drink this with your dad, honey”. Melanie watched as her mother walked over to the bench. She didn’t seem to see the too-long grass as she sat down, smiling and chatting.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Melanie turned to see her brother Patrick, his eyebrows raised. “Who is mum talking to?”
She patted his hand as he looked over at her mum sitting alone at the bench.
“Dad of course. She still thinks she sees him”.
I never would have suspected dementia. Warmest regards, Theo
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I didn’t really give any clues, as it was a very ‘short’, short-story. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The funny thing is it would not have had to be dementia. Warmest regards, Theo
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Lovely story!
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Thanks, Jennie. My ‘gentle side’ for a change. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You have a very gentle side, Pete!
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What a heart touching story.
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Thanks, Michael. Glad you thought so.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A lovely gentle tale which brings a lump to the throat at the end.
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Thaks, Jude. Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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The photo is very evocative, lovely but semi-abandoned benches and table. Your story fits the mood of the photo well.
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Glad to hear you think so.
Thanks, Elizabeth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Brief, yet so beautiful and poignant.
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Thanks, Kim. Sometimes, a ‘short’ story should be just that. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A most poignant and believable story, Pete..beautifully told
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Thanks for those kind words, Sue.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pleasure
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Beautiful story Pete…
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Thanks, John. A break from the serial, and a story for those who like them short. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nicely done, Pete. I enjoy how you bring to like the importance of a prop to the lives of people. 🙂
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Thanks, Cindy. Sometimes, such nondescript objects can assume an importance beyond their worth.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I like this – I wonder when Keith died 🙂
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I was going to lengthen it from this draft, then decided against it. Let everyone imagine what happened to Keith. 🙂
Thanks, Terry.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Sweet love story Pete, though with that sad ending. It sometimes happens that way.
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Yes, dementia is a curse, but her fantasy is a blessing.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes perhaps so.
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Sweet story to go with the picture.
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Thanks, Lauren. Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nice Pete! Really nice. It grabs the heart. Best frm Florida.
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Thanks, Frank. Sometimes, a short story should be short. 🙂
Best wishes, pete.
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I think a few flies and wasps have also been squashed on those seats…
I always enjoy your photo prompts, Pete.
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Thanks, David. This one has been around in draft for some time, since Maggie sent the photo. I was going to lengthen it, then decided not to do that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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a beautiful story, Pete. tugged the heart but so lovely. enjoyed it very much. 🙂 thank you.
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Thanks very much, Wilma. I thought of it as soon as I saw Maggie’s photo, some time ago.
Best wishes, Pete.
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The last line…it made me do a double take. Awesome story.
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Thanks, Shaily. Glad that line worked. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lovely story, Pete.
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Thanks, Mary. I have had this one written for a while, so thought people who don’t follow the serial might like something short to read.
Best ishes, Pete.
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Pete, this reminds me we can find some joy even with declining minds. You have written an endearing piece. Thank you for featuring the photo. I will write about its significance in my life at another time.
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I am very pleased to have done justice to your photo, Maggie. The story told itself to me the first time I saw it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lovely poignant story.
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Thanks, FR. I kept it short and sweet this time.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Beautiful and sad. Thanks!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Margie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete may I send you a photo chuq
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Of course.
petejohnson50@yahoo.com
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THanx I have a couple of ideas……chuq
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A sad and beautiful story. A love story of sorts for sure, a sad love story.
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Exactly that, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete. How are you going? My anthology is coming along nicely, I hope you can submit a piece for it. But life gets tough at times.
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You might have to remind me what you need, Carolyn. I lost one of my best friends to the virus last Saturday, and my mind is all over the place at the moment.
You can send me an email to petejohnson50@yahoo.com
Sorry.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes I remember reading about that Pete, I can imagine would knock you for a six, big time.
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I’ve sent that email, Pete.
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Just read it. Will see what I can come up with. 🙂
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I forgot to put the closing date for submission, it is 31 July 2020, so plenty of time for get something to me. I appreciate you being involved in this project, Pete. It will be an honest history of what people were doing and thinking about in this awful time.
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Good story Pete. And sadly it happens
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Thanks, Lorraine. Yes, people with dementia do seek comfort in the past.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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So very true x
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