Escape from Reality

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I stood up, enthusiastically applauding those on stage. They had enchanted me with their skill and, for three hours, had held my attention and taken me away from my worries.

Exiting the theatre, I hurried along the street back to my home. An ailing parent was my mundane reality and this evening had been my escape for a few hours. My days would now follow the routine of caring for a woman that had once been the flame that drew many around her. Now I was the lone moth that lingered near her diminishing light. Alzheimer’s is a cruel master.

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2020

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

54 thoughts on “Escape from Reality

  1. I’m glad you got a small reprieve from reality, I’m sorry to hear about your loved one, and that when things get difficult most seem of those close in the good times disappear in the not so good times. I wish both of you the very best.

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts. This post, though, is not based on my personal reality but that of another. I have taken the liberty to write a flash fiction and have use the first person for effectiveness.

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  2. It’s sad to see our loved ones suffer and not even remember us… that makes us suffer.
    Everyone needs their space and to escape and then get back to reality.
    Hope God gives us strength to do everything gracefully.

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  3. I like the way you heighten the emotion of caring for a dementia sufferer by contrasting it with the magic of a visit to the theatre. The theatre builds its happiness on illusion; real life is hard. And you link the two together by describing the mother as “a woman that had once been the flame that drew many around her.”

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