Herr Deter wiped a tear from his cheek. Something dreadful was happening to his wife, and he was powerless to stop it.
It began with mere forgetfulness. She left the fire unattended, she neglected to buy eggs, she missed her daughter’s birthday, she couldn’t find words. Then came the madness. She screamed for hours, she was mute for days, she saw demons where others saw chairs.
"Come, Auguste my dear." Herr Deter guided his wife into the carriage.
A look of alarm shrouded her face. "Where are we going?"
Herr Deter smiled. "For a picnic."
"Without a basket?"
submitted at 9:26pm
13 May 2009