Flash Fiction

An Audition to Remember

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Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

I seem to be seeing the brain, specifically my mom’s brain, in every challenge lately.


Her thoughts and movements were like a troupe of actors reinventing themselves, weaving through the maze of roles that were new and more difficult to them. Their greeness kept her trapped in a maddening script of continuous wrong turns. Lefts pretended to be rights and rights swore they were lefts.ย She shuffled and bumped into the shadowed corners of their stage, stuck until the faint memory shone through and illuminated her mark, briefly. When darkness returned, as it would today, tomorrow, and always, rehearsal began again. She’d practice, not knowing the curtain would fall before she ever perfected her part.


33 thoughts on “An Audition to Remember

    • Thank you so much. I’m sorry about your mother. That is so painful to witness. 20 years later I’m finally able to write about the experience of caring for my mother as she lived with her brain injury. Good therapy I suppose : )


  1. Wow, interesting piece and take on this. I like how you’ve pulled me into the character of this woman. Your metaphor of her as a troupe of actors is clever and insightful. This is a very real type of personality, a person lost but still taking positions and roles but never quite committing. Poetic.

    Thanks for sharing. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. My dad had dementia. There were new characters in his play everyday. The onset must be really strange, when you first realize that you no longer know where the plate is and every pitch is high and outside. Very real and well written.

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    • Thank you. I’m so sorry about your dad. Seeing him go through that must have been difficult to witness. My mom suffered a brain injury at 50 and much of what I write is inspired by the battles she had with her body and mind until she died 4 years later. The brain is fascinating and terrifying.



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