Walter stood in the open door of the secondhand shop. He stared into and held on to the doorframe tightly. I heard him calling, softly, as if his voice was from the exercise as if his voice was strained from the exercise:
”Maria?” and again: “Maria?” It broke my heart.
Walter had again disappeared after the breakfast. Meanwhile, I knew where I could find him. Many of the common furniture had landed after the death of his wife in the small secondhandshop few blocks from the rest-home. Maria had cared for him, without her help he could have lived no longer at home with Alzheimer.
“Maria, aren´t you here?”
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Mein Beitrag zur Wochenaufgabe bei FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.
Die Aufgabe ist: schreibe eine kurze Geschichte mit maximal 100 Wörtern zu dem vorgegebenen Foto. Die Aufgabe kommt aus USA, daher ist die Geschichte in Englisch. Nicht einfach, aber Übung macht ja bekanntlich den Meister!
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.