Creative Writing at Assisted Living

Only four residents showed up today for my creative writing workshop at assisted living. I'd worked with two of them before, but neither of them remembered me. That was a signal I failed to obey. So I embarked on exquisite corpses with them. They couldn't remember the directions. We finally got through one, and they laughed when they read them. So, since they knew what they were doing, I and they decided to do another. Only one woman remembered what we'd done. The others started writing too much, too little, not folding the paper, saying they had no idea what I was asking for. At the end the woman who remembered asked if these exercises "would help them keep their thoughts in their heads." I said I didn't know, but they would give them new thoughts, of that I was certain.