In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”
There is a moment in time that when I think about it, I feel happy again. I feel as though I can go out and conquer the world and slay all the dragons and save all the princesses. I can ride to the highest mountain on my trusty steed and wear my armor with regal pride and … and… oh, it was so many years ago. So many years to that moment in time. My memory is not as good as it use to be and I am afraid I will lose all my memories and …. and… if that happens… where is my son and daughter? They are so tiny they could get into trouble. Where is my wife?
“Anges! Agnes! The children, they are being too quiet. Where is my wife?”
“John, settle down. It’s okay. The children are okay. You live in Arizona now. You live in a wonderful home in Arizona.”
“No, I don’t. I live in Hampton somewhere… with my wife and we have two small children.”
“No, John. Your wife is no longer with us. She is waiting for you to come when it is time for you.”
“Agnes, I want to tell you about a moment in time. A wonderful moment in time. It was…. we were…”
“John, it is time for you to sleep. Sleep now and when you wake, you will remember that sweet moment of time. And you can tell your friends at dinner.”