But no one’s home

Two women, dressed in colorful surgery scrubs, lingered at the nurses’ desk sorting through resident files to leave evening reports for the attending physicians.

“How was she tonight?” With a nod of her head, the younger of the two indicated the occupant of Room 24, one of their Alzheimer patients.

Most days she thought she was back in 1962. Her family had found a box set of television shows from that era, and she would spend hours watching black and white episodes of the Jack Benny Show.

“She was actually in the moment most of today. The lights were on.”

100 Word Song, a writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. Give 100 words, not 99, not 101. This week’s challenge is inspired by Tim Eriksen’s “Leave the Lights On.”

9 thoughts on “But no one’s home

  1. a perfect way to talk about those lights, the ones that are only on once in a while now. I remember my grandma and great aunts as we lost them to the memories and the lights dimmed…this was sad and telling just like their decline was.

    love your words, Tara. LOVE EM!

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