PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy

The elderly man in the righthand corner made me think of a someone who has dementia. He’s waiting for his little daughter to come out of the library, like she used to. All the while, Susie is sitting beside him, trying to get him to remember who she is. (So sorry to preface! Unfortunately, this just didn’t come across in the writing this week…)

Waiting for Susie

The woman sitting next to me said it’s 2024. I shook my head. “It’s 1965, and I’m waiting for my daughter to come out of the library.” 

She nods and smiles—what a jokester!—and says she’ll wait with me. 

While we sit, she asks about the building’s architecture—something I’ve always loved—then lets me rant about that awful hippo. “Why’d they put it up and ruin the view?”

She smiles, but seems to have tears in her eyes. I thought she called me Dad once, but it must have been Dan. 

Where’s Susie, I wonder? It’s getting late.

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As always, many thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!