Speak to Me Only With Thine Dementia

Chel Owens

“Oh. My.” She said it every morning. You would think he’d be accustomed to it, even tired of it.

But she had a way of infusing each word with childlike awe.

That was why he loved it; why her daily exclamation touched him every time. By now, he lived for this. He couldn’t imagine his day starting otherwise.

His wife turned, all smiles, and said the phrase she always followed with: “I think I’ve awakened in paradise.”

He rose and put his arm around her. Staring out their bay windows at the private ocean bay; he, as always, agreed.

©2022 Chel Owens

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Written in response to Carrot Ranch‘s prompt:

November 21, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, “Oh, my.” It can be used in storytelling or dialog. What is the cause for such a response? Have fun with this one! Go where the prompt leads!

20 thoughts on “Speak to Me Only With Thine Dementia”

    1. My grandmother became less and less able to communicate. One day, near the end, her husband (my grandfather) walked in and her face lit up. She kept doing a sort of pointing gesture and said, “You. You!” over and over, happily.

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