“Ugh! Smelly-horrid! But children’s playing around them, so they must be alright.”
“Ring-a-ring-’o-roses…. Mavis, come and play.”
“Hello Tommy –there’s Mary Hammond!”
She held hands and danced. “What’s that rain Tommy? It’s stinky-cold like those flowers!”
A grey mist enfolded them.
“Ring-a-ring-’o-roses….”
“I’m cold, so cold…”
“Mavis, you’re hand’s freezing!” A pretty lady held out a glass and a pill. The stinky-disinfectant smell was everywhere.
She stared blankly. “What? Who are you…? Have I got am… nee…sia… Alka-Seltzer? No… Alzheimer's, that’s what I’ve got.” A tear rolled down her wrinkled cheek.