Dorothy in Scotland 1991I arrive flustered after a battle with Centrelink re the fees at the ARCARE nursing home. Dorothy sits there in a wheelchair, stiff and silent. She says, ‘Hello’ but I fear she doesn’t know me. It hurts knowing who she was only yesterday, last year, at our home for forty years, back when we were courting. The love as it was then, comforting, sharing, visceral and exciting. I stroke her hair. The lovely God given curls, silver and soft. She looks up and smiles. I …. I want more, the intimacy that is no longer there.

About rpsimson1936

Retired geography and outdoor education teacher who loves orienteering and writes novels.
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