Analgesics
My Grandfather’s house is becoming more and more cluttered. I’m afraid he is becoming a hoarder.
I am most concerned he will muddle his medications.
“Where do you keep your medicines, pills and tablets?” I ask.
“In the medicine cabinet, follow me, I’ll show you.” He leads me into the bathroom.
I open the cabinet door revealing dozens of unopened packets of analgesics stacked on the shelves. I look at him quizzically but don’t say anything. Finally he breaks the silence.
“I take them for my memory.”
“No,” I correct him, “Analgesics are prescribed for pain.”
“I have painful memories.”
From guest contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry O’Farrell is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s stories may also be found in Cyclamens & Swords, 50 Words Stories, and here at A Story In 100 Words.