Short Stories

Forgotten…

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Excited voice of the children drew Salome’s attention and before she could say hey presto, they burst into the kitchen trailing mud and straw. They were running after the chickens again for fun. Raising her voice to scold them for bringing in dirt, little Jude interrupted her:

“Look what we found Gramma,” he was clutching a strange straw bag.

“Leave it there and let me finish what I’m doing,” thinking it was probably filled with mushrooms or a frog, she continued plucking the cockerel for chicken stew, but their eager faces made her pause to take a peek.

A dumbfounded Salome burst into tears and laughter when she emptied the contents of the bag.

They kids had knocked Bernard’s scarecrow over and in a bid to piece it together, they found the straw bag.

Her late husband Bernard had been a dear man and many times the funny looking scarecrow made her smile in recollection of how much he had been drawn to it as his Dementia got worse.

She had no idea he had hidden lots of coins and forgot where he kept it.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.

28 thoughts on “Forgotten…”

  3. Wow what a heart wrenching story!! You are incredibly gifted… I have probably told you this earlier but I do not shy away from saying so again – I envy your way with words! More power to you… Cheers!

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  11. Dementia is an awful thing, and something we all dread as we get older. But I love the way you weave Bernard’s illness into your story, Jacqueline. Although I’s sad, it also has a warmth about it as Gramma’s memories are rekindled and she finds the stash of coins. 🙂

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I love it when you decorate my heart with your words..