Alluring.
That was the word that came to mind. Out on a walk on a Sunday afternoon, I led her by the hand, as she tended to wander if I didn’t.
“Let’s go down here,” I suggested.
My aged companion, who seemed to age so noticeably these days, nodded in acquiescence as if the saying why not?
“Are there goblins or fairies down here?” she asked.
“Well, let’s see,” I replied.
“I’m hoping for fairies as I don’t like goblins much, nasty creatures goblins. They like to peck your eyes out.”
We wandered along the pathway; it was beautiful, the bush a relief from the dourness of a year ago when we’d been ravaged by bushfires.
“Stop,” she called, “can you see them? Aren’t they delightful?”
She was pointing at a small grotto someone had set up as a memorial. There was a photo of a young girl.
My aged companion’s fairy.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2021/02/10/crimsons-creative-challenge-118/
Morpethroad 
Beautiful, Michael. And I’ve a feeling this might be someone’s treasured memory 🙂
Yes i fear I have been reading too many stories about aging.
While I will not lie about my age, I refuse to acknowledge it’s effect on me. But having said that, I lower my voice to a whisper when asked my age this coming birthday.
I’ve found mumbling helps when I’m asked 😀
I shall have to practice that one. 🙂
Such a sweet and sad story
The special thing about fairies, as opposed to goblins, is that fairies count years as dandelion fluff, while goblins tend to like things written in stone.
As for me, I lost track somewhere around 40 or 50. Trouble is, I once looked 20 years younger than I was. Troubling when I was 16 or 26; longed for now that I am in the 60s range, and some days tend to look 20 years older. But I ramble beyond your story . . .
Getting old sucks Lorraine, we begin to feel that our best days are behind us. It becomes a matter of enjoying what we have.