His Study

Copyright-Claire Fulller

I found him in the study…moving books around as if he was the head librarian.  

“Father,” I said.  

“Yes'” he said as he stepped out from behind the ladder. 

My father was my guiding force through my youth though I never told him how I felt.  Now, I can’t.  He doesn’t know me.  He doesn’t know anything but this library. It’s strange how disease can take a man’s family away from him yet he can read, understand and be intelligently vibrant. This library is his life now.  His family he has long forgot.  I take care of him.  This is his study in my home.  

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There is more to this..at least it feels like it.  Sometimes…the story is not nearly complete but I hope that someone feels something from what is here.  I didn’t want to change what was here just to keep it in the word limitation.  I like what is here.  I don’t know why.  I just do.

Till we meet again.

Good Day.
Mind of Shoo

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21 thoughts on “His Study

  1. Dear Shoo,
    A sensitive piece on an issue that touches most of us these days. You successfully layered your story so that in 100 words we see a lifetime that’s been stolen. It could be longer if you want to pursue it but IMHO it’s powerful as is.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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