It was his favourite armchair, the one he’d inherited from his dad, but when he came home from work it was different. The upholstery was wrong. He asked his wife about it, she said it had always been that way. He wasn’t convinced, though, and dug out some old photos from the study, but she was right. Slowly things began to change, furniture, knick knacks, colours and shapes, basic things, one at a time. He came down to breakfast one day and sombrely watched his wife cooking pancakes. Almost to himself, he asked, ‘Have you always been a blonde?’
Nic
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.
12/11/2015 at 14:12
Sad and beautiful and sad.
Yes — beautiful. And sad.
I adore your words.
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12/11/2015 at 16:57
Thank you
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12/11/2015 at 15:58
This is really good, but quick question, is it about Alzheimer disease ?
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12/11/2015 at 16:56
Not specifically, but I think you get to decide how to frame it.
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13/11/2015 at 00:34
Then I like it even more, for the choice you give.
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