Alzheimer was erasing her mother’s life.
Sarah holds the door as her mother shuffles into the club.
Brunch every Sunday after Temple at the Boca Grande Golf and Country club. Father loved golf, a member for years.
A big smile from Cecelia, the hostess, greets us as she escorts us to mothers favorite table. A Mimosa, Mrs. Cohen? Teary-eyed, she remembers past days with Moisha when its placed in front of her.
Your father went far despite Auschwitz, Mother said with a blank gaze. You’re a good girl, Sarah, a good daughter.
At the funeral, Sarah remembered her words.
Genre – Flash Fiction
Word Count – 100
Photo Prompt: Jennifer Pendergast
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers challenge
***** This week our challenge is to edit our previous story with this prompt or create a new on. Due to time restrictions, I’ve added my edited story from April, 2015.