I sit in the sun like an old cat.
The reddish-gold glow through my closed eyelids is comforting.
I feel a memory flit through my mind.
I squint my brain…thinking, thinking.
What is it?
What is it that I remember?
That bossy nurse lady comes by and shakes me.
“Rose? Rose? Wake up! It’s time for Bingo!”
I slit open my eyes the tiniest bit, but ignore her.
Who cares about bingo anyway?
I close my eyes…searching again for the memory.
Instead, a flavor comes to mind.
Birthday party flavor.
Is it my birthday?
Will any of my children remember this year?
This little story is linked to week 116 of Saturday Centus. The prompt is in bold.
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