The old screen door creaked as it slowly opened, then slammed shut by the wind. He scrambled from the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. She was completely oblivious to her bare, chilled arms and the tousled twist of silver hair resting across her face. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her forehead.
“Where did you go, my sweet heart?”, his eyes pooling at the corners.
Her grey-blues gazed past his, far beyond the walls of the quaint cottage.
“I guess… I wandered? I wandered lonely as a cloud.”
He led her to the sofa and wrapped her favourite afghan around her shoulders. He tilted her face gently towards his.
“You are not a cloud. I cannot…I will not let you wander, my love.” She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to.
The confusion in her eyes was screaming.
Written for Prosery at dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is our host for the prompt and has offered us the line “I wandered lonely as a cloud” from the poem, “I Wander Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth. Include it in your prose/flash fiction of 144 words of less.
mishunderstood 
Oh Mish! This could be a scene in a documentary or movie about dementia or alzheimers. It is so REAL reading it. It is visceral. I’ve been so fortunately not to have this horrible disease strike anyone I know….You’ve made it real for me. So very well written.
Such a terrific story. Sadly, my family has lived this scenario.
Excellent rendition of the heartbreak of dementia; strong and visceral. There is a good film with Samuel L. Jackson on apple+ presently. I keep the synapse busy with poetry and photography.
You’ve created perfectly that filmy haziness that descends, and how lucky this character is to have a tether. Thanks for sharing this.
“The confusion in her eyes was screaming.”
That is awesome.
That is a lonely disease, for all involved. A poignant story you’ve penned.
There is a sad story. But the caring is admirable
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💜love
How wonderful Mish! It brought back those great togetherness of old back to memory!
Hank
wow ~ I can really feel her confusion, Mish – amazing!
-David
Oh, this is so moving! Reminded me of my m-i-l who had Alzheimer’s. Such a poignant write.
Intense and brilliantly crafted about the fading of a mind and all who suffer.
I’m glad he is there for her.