Chance encounter,
a simple “hello”,
and I reel


the mind a trickster,
memory inaccessible,
panic pulses

a response…


out of reach

a deadline…

Am I smiling?
Or just an inert fool,
this brain fog
a cruel master.

(Ran into an old friend today.  Could not remember her name, nor where I knew her from, only that we knew each other quite well.  This is has been happening frequently – maybe as I get out more.  Very disconcerting.

Prompts today are from Fandango:  deadline; Ragtag Community: pulse; and Daily Addictions: access.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

24 thoughts on “Awkward”

  1. That’s happened to me as well with no plausible reason why. At one point, I thought of calling my memoir “So Many Faces, So Few Names”. Now I smile warmly, sometimes say I’m sorry but I don’t remember your name, sometimes just carry on with a conversation. If my husband’s on the ball, he introduces himself and extends his hand to shake. This usually elicits the other person’s name. I do the same for him. Mostly I just focus on being kind.

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  2. I take my dog with me almost everywhere I go. He’s a typical Labrador- and in his case doesn’t have a mean bone in his body and likes people ( more then I did for awhile ). So I sort of follow his lead and find it’s easy to connect with people I meet when I’m out and about.

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      1. I’m slowly beginning to tell friends … it does come as a surprise.
        And with the quality of your writing you should shout it loud and proud 😊💜

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