"November"
by jmritz

Comment by primabarbara:
I can remember the time when his wife was alive. She used to be so vibrant and cheerful, her smile was the most catching of the whole town. Without her he seems to be fading away. Getting grey and inanimate. There are more bad than good days. He needs a rollator. Age can be like a limping friend who wants to steal that wheeled walker from you. Every month is like November

"November"
by jmritz

Comment by blindjustice:
November, a poem.

And with joy Grappos wept,
the age had come and gone
and the sequinned blouses had closed
the air more still, the hunch returned.

On golden shores,
the ageless bathed,
yet the glittered nights had ended
and the windows shuttered,
the air more still, the hunch returned.

As modernity approached
and characters alighted from memory,
like rats from a sinking ship,
the air more still, the hunch returned.

"November"
by jmritz

Comment by markwiley:
The sky is gray, the leaves are dead,
But I walk on and hang my head.

small lady
by jmritz

Comment by primabarbara:
Doing an Easter walk at the woods. Like her smile!

so, i can be sad
by jmritz

Comment by SaraR:
somewhat disturbing - not sure if I have unpicked the story here as you intended, but that doesn't matter. made me think, which I always appreciate.

The birthday girl
by jmritz

Comment by posthumous:
wonderful capture of something real going on

The birthday girl
by jmritz

Comment by SaraR:
looks like a still from a 1980s Sitcom :)
A lovely intimate, but gently humorous vignette, perfectly composed.
I am struggling a bit with voting on this challenge as I do not understand how all meet the challenge - and this is one of those.

and so it goes
by jmritz

Comment by PennyStreet:
comic relief.

mugsy
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Comment by jim29028:
misses on the challenge for me but I like the photo

and so it goes
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Comment by LoVi:
...don't give up yet....