Useless clocks ticked incessantly in the background. I sat, securely fastened in my chair. I’m sure they told me numerous times it was for my own safety. Time had marched on, violating my brain and taking all of my memories with it.
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This is my biggest fear when I grow older. Beautiful story!
Thank you. It’s hard to tell a story in 42 words but I’m glad this one worked.
Heartbreaking.
It is….and a very scary thought.
Such a sad situation. And scary – to think that one is strapped down but you can’t remember why.
It is a haunting thought.
Amazing words. Such a sad, but good post.
Thank you so much.
To me, the first and third lines are most poignant. “Useless” and “incessant”–so sad.
It is a very sad thought.
So powerful. What a terrible way to serve out one’s final years.
It certainly is.
So sad to just be waiting for the end.
It would be.
This makes me sad.
It is a frightening thought.
I love these fictional haikus of yours.
Thank you very much.
I like how you explained how she knew they’d probably told her something, but she just couldn’t quite remember. What a scary feeling.
Thank you. It would be a very scary feeling.
This was heartbreaking – and beautiful – my friend.
Thank you.
It’s scary to think about. Waking up and having no sense of time.
One of my worst fears.