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Sad To Be Forgotten – Flash Fiction

Sept 26 Flash Fiction

Talking to her aunt about Sunday dinner Meg was a little concerned about her grandmother because Aunt Jenny told her she wasn’t herself lately.

Sunday arrived and Meg was a few minutes late.

Grandma was there and seated at the dinner table. Meg thought she looked perfectly fine and maybe her aunt had been mistaken. Meg greeted her with a hug and then sat down at the table.

Cousin Sandy sat next to Meg and during dinner, grandma spoke up asking, “Sandy, is this your new boyfriend?”

“No, it’s Meg, your granddaughter, you remember.”

Grandma sat there looking confused.


© Susan Zutautas 2019


This short story is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. 

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone unremembered. Is it a momentary lapse or a loss in time?

16 Comments Post a comment
  1. The time warp that is dementia. It can feel disconcerting to everyone, the process of unremembering. Good one, Susan!

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    October 2, 2019
  2. It is sad on the relatives to see a well-balanced person deteriorating in health. Good job.

    Liked by 1 person

    September 30, 2019
  3. You’ve summed up the confusion of the one forgetting and those loved ones watching. It’s not easy on any of them.

    Liked by 1 person

    September 30, 2019
  4. i admire anyone who can do flash fiction so well. It is not easy to tell a complete story in 99 words. Well done!

    Liked by 1 person

    September 30, 2019

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