Written for Kevinâs No Theme Thursday 10.24.24.
Weâre offered incredibly creative images to inspire
and get our writing juices flowing. This is my story.

âHey, Nate! Watcha doinâ out here?â I asked my father-in-law. He was sitting on an old wicker chair under a birch tree, his best pal Otis by his side guarding a basket of pumpkins. âWeatherâs changinâ fast, ainât it?â
I could tell right away Nate was far off in another dusty corner of his mind; I didnât want to push the conversation. Truth was, my wife Kelly was getting worried when her dad didnât come back up to the house for his afternoon coffee.
He looked up at me and recognition set it. âHey, Lucas! I must have lost track of time. Itâs such a gorgeous afternoon.â And he offered one of his rare but stunning smiles; we donât see them nearly as often as we used to since Kellyâs mom passed away. Nate started his slow descent into dementia soon after.
âHow about we head back to the house, Nate? Coffeeâs ready and the ballgameâs about to start.â
âThatâs right, Lucas! The Yankees against the goddamn Los Angeles Dodgers. This is gonna be a great series; I can feel it in my bones!â
It was like old times with Nate at that moment, me and him talking baseball, and I was thrilled to have him back and focused.
âYou got that right, Nate! Aaron Booneâs managing has them hungry for that pennant! A win will sure make up for last yearâs disappointing season.â
It was like he hadnât heard me.
âIâm telling you, Lucas, with a skipper like Casey Stengel, Yogi catching and Whitey on the mound … why, thereâs no way they can lose. Imagine back-to-back Word Series championships!â Hank laughed.
And just like that, he was gone again, back in 1953. I put my arm around his shoulder as we trudged up to the house, Otis up ahead chasing a field mouse.
I better text Kelly, give her a heads up.
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This brought tears to my eyes as it brought back flooding memories of taking care of my mother while she went through the terrible dementia ending her life, A truly torching piece.
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My heart goes out to you, Ernie. Sadly, I can empathize as my mother also suffered and my sister’s husband is afflicted now, too. It’s a dreadful disease which affects everyone in the family. Thank you for reading and sharing your comments. âĄ
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touching and well done, this sad scenario so well written, Nancy
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Thank you, my friend. There are too many of us who have felt the bitter chill of this dreaded disease đ€
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Surprised he didn’t call them the Brooklyn Dodgers…
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No, he wouldn’t have. Nate was in a moment of lucidity; he recognized Lucas and knew this year it was Yanks v LA Dodgers. It’s only after he said that did he slip back into 1953 and there was no mention of Los Angeles or Brooklyn.
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I suppose he wouldn’t, come to think of it…
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I so appreciate the many characters and story scenarios you give voice to, Nancy. My third novella will include the topic of dementia. I want to do right by that story which I hope to publish in 2026. đ
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Sincere thanks, Michele. This is a topic with so much depth … the incredible sorrow, anger, fear and hope which is experienced throughout the course of each day. It’s a ghastly disease, one which has now visited my family. It’s terribly sad to see my sister’s husband struggling with dementia; my heart breaks for them. â€ïžâđ©č
Wishing you every success with your new novella! đ€©
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You’re very welcome and yes, its effect is widespread and heartbreaking. Thank you very much, Nancy, will be a down the road project for me. đ
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A touching tale, Nancy. There but for the grace of God….
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Very true, Anon. Thank you.
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Excellent
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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Itâs sad to see the mind going before the body.
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It’s heartbreaking đ
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Very true my friend đ„Č
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Heartbreaking in its familiarity. At least the gentle setting, inviting the melding of his inner and their outer worlds, leaves him happy and calm. There’s an important lesson here that’s backed up by clinical research on easing the ravages of dementia.
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Beautiful comment here, Liz. Thank you!
When my mom was diagnosed, the doctor suggested we do not correct her when she made mistakes; doing so only further confused her. When she talked about my did as though he was still alive, we never reminded her that he had died; it would only be like him dying all over again for her. This is a horrible disease that takes a tremendous toll on everyone. There is still much to be learned.
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đđ Yes, on everyone.
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Not the same Yankees as they had back in 1953.Â
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That’s for damn sure! First two games were pitiful. And to leave the bases loaded at the end of the game is a real stab in the heart.
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They need to win the next three home games to have any chance of taking the series.
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Yep. It’s always exciting to play in front of hometown fans but I’m not holding my breath.
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Lovely Nancy, brought a little tear to the eye.
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Thanks, Dot. Truly appreciate your friendship and encouragement đ€
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Dementia is a cruel illness, such a powerful story Nance! â€
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Oh, thanks so much, CA. Truly appreciate you stopping by so faithfully and leaving such great comments. Thank you! â€ïž
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A lovely story Nancy…. Dementia is a cruel thief …but there are some moments of light …you caught one perfectly.đđ
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Thanks, luv. Appreciate your gracious words, as always. đ€đ€
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my honest opinion đ
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Gave me a bit of a chill, Nancy. Sweet, and yet oh so heartbreaking. Very beautifully written.
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Thanks, Kevin. Delighted to know you appreciated this little bit of heartache. đ«¶đŒ
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Very much so, yes. đ
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Poor Kelly and Nate. I’m glad that Lucas is trying his best to help them. Such a heartwarming story, this. It can be hard to watch by as dementia slowly claims the memories of your loved ones.
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A heart-warming story. Dementia is such a cruel disease. I’m wondering, who is Hank? Such a touching story well told.
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Hank is anyone and everyone. He could be my sister’s husband or your best friend. Hank is not based on any one person but on every person. Thanks for your comments today, Anon.
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So true, Shweta. Too many people are afflicted, my sisterâs husband included. Very difficult times. Thank you, my friend, for your lovely comments. âĄ
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I’m sorry to hear that. Yes, it must be very difficult indeed. I hope they get the strength to go through these difficult times. You’re most welcome, Nancy.
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It breaks my heart, Shweta. No one should suffer like that. Thank you, my friend. âĄ
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Yes. I can’t even imagine what they must be going through. No one should have to suffer like that indeed.
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