In response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer Challenge.
They said it would only be a matter of time.
“Do you know where you are, Mrs. Taylor?”
“A pottery class. I’m an artist!”
“Who is the current President of the United States?”
“Grover Cleveland. And it’s his second presidency.”
“What is todays date?”
“June 21st, 1991. It’s the day I am to be married. Chuck’s such a nice man. That’s him over in the corner behind those empty bottles. Looks like he’s made quite a mess. He doesn’t mean to be destructive. He just can’t control his anger sometimes. Like the time he hit me with that big pottery pot.”
Oh Danny Boy! 
Danny, I thought it was just dementia until she mentioned the blow to the head. It’s no doubt a combination of both. Good story and well written. 🙂 — Susan
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Thanks Susan. It is a combination of both. I started out with the dementia theme but then it turned into that blow to the head. Thanks for commenting.
DJ
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She sounds as if she’s happy – no matter how she got dementia. Good take on the prompt.
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Thanks for commenting!
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Sad, and a little bit horrifying.
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Yes, a little of both Sandra. Thanks for your comment.
DJ
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Dear Danny,
Wonderful take on the prompt. A little bit funny and a little bit tragic. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for the read and nice comment!
DJ
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Poor woman. I was thinking “dementia” until I read that she got a bash to the head.
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It started out that way!
DJ
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Concussed forever.. Seems like hubby wasn’t so nice after all.
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I think the bloke was a bit of an abuser.
DJ
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Makes you wonder if she was confused about the assault or if it was how she got into this state of confusion.
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Thanks! She’s a confused lady either way you read it.
DJ
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