She didn’t say much anymore.
Her mind had gone. She knew it.
Talking to the strangers masquerading as her children was hopeless. She had lost the woman they loved. And she had lost them, somewhere in that fog in her brain where memories were like missing pieces in a jigsaw puzzle that had once been her life.
So she stopped talking.
Nothing to say.
Shells are pretty amazing.
And smooth pebbles.
Ticking clock beating her heart out to say, I’m still here to the One who knew. Had known her before shells. Gravity. Blue.