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A woman with an amusingly long name answered

  • A woman with an amusingly long name answered the phone. I didn't quite catch it, so she repeated her name slowly. Five minutes later she asked me tersely:
  • "Can you say my name?" My mind went blank. What was her name again? I knew it was long & tricky to pronounce. "If you can say it right, I'll buy whatever it is you're selling."
  • "So, if I can pronounce your name correctly, you will buy my entire inventory of rat testicles and Hornet Killer?" She nodded. Ok, I thought. I knew it started with Gjyu, but
  • I wanted to just make something up. I'm cagey like that. I shouted, "Hubert!" She looked at me closely and shook her head. She plucked a hair off my chin and said, "sorry
  • I can't be what you want me to be" then she sashayed away, her nipple tassels swinging. That was the last I ever saw of her. I never got the chance to tell her how much I
  • never really cared about her, her tassles or the horse she rode in. Well, that's not the whole truth, I did see her again, but by that time, I had forgotten everything, including
  • Iher name, my name and how to dress myself. When I turned up on our date wrapped in a bed spread, she said between sobs, "You never loved me Derek!" "Who's Derek? Who are you?" I
  • blinked at her stupidly. "You mean you don't know either?" She cried. "We're both amnesiacs!" I said, thrusting a wilted bouquet of poppies at her. "We were made for each other!"
  • I never found out who I was supposed to meet at the clocktower, and neither did she, but we found each other and that was all that mattered. Except perhaps what we forgot.
  • And yet..in finding each other, I will always be reminded that I cannot forget that I will always remember that I remembered forgetting something that may have mattered.

1 Comments

  1. RoboRoach Sep 20 2015 @ 06:49

    A simple love story set at an old people's home between at least two people suffering dementia.

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