This is my first attempt at a 100 words challenge:
Forget Me Not
John noticed Kristen glance at the pocket calendar she’d removed from her handbag, again. Friday the 13th was still circled in green, confirming at 1pm, they’d know her fate. As she fumbled with the bag’s zip, she knocked the salt shaker off the café table, its contents spilling to the floor. Her luck did not seem to be improving from the morning’s broken mirror incident. She looked helplessly in the direction of the waitress.
Kristen startled as the phone rang.
“Hello, yes it is, I see, thank you,” her eyes filled with tears. He knew all along, early onset Alzheimer’s.