Okay, it's that time of the month again! A little Flash Fiction is over on the Lightening Quick Reads blog from yours truly. This month's topic was thankfulness, which gave me a lot of pause when writing. The story that came out was, well, a little more autobiographical than I really wanted it to be. But I honestly can say that I needed to write it. I've always processed things through writing. But it doesn't make for an easy piece to read, nor is it very story-like. Still, some of you might take something from it, so here's a little teaser:
Drawer Full of Memories
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Time seemed to shudder to a stop, rocking her back on my
heels, as soon as the drawer slid open. The mad scrambled search for scissors
forgotten in a heartbeat. Inside the drawer was a scatter of memories, each
their own small world of wonder.
Each something she’d tried to forget.
Almost by some outside force, she reached inside. Folded
papers that echoed words she’d loved. She’d believed them, too, and their
professions of love and apology, faith and trust. Some part of her heart still
burned with the embers of what they’d meant, a part she wished she could douse
with water. Reading them pooled tears in her eyes, long forgotten memories
flaring to life once more. The cinch of pain around her heart tightened down,
sure and steady in a way she’d learned to live with over the past year.
The other objects conjured a myriad of other thoughts. The
photos were the hardest. Smiling faces and far away places. Echoes from a time
when things had been so much easier. But still, it was hard to ignore the pain
that each smile covered in the images. The knowledge of what led up to those
posed scenes on rooftops in other countries. The harsh words. Those photos hid
all of that to the outside world, but today, they rushed back, impossible to
mask.
Did she want to mask them? Sometimes it was so much easier
to remember the better parts. Pretend the photos captured the truth, and not
just the careful façade. But the truth, it always leaked through.
That's awesome, Meradeth. Every time I read something of yours I am amazed by the sheer talent you possess.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard when we write a piece that may touch a little too close to home. Unspeakable was like that for me. Although not totally drawn from my life, but enough to tug tears from my eyes while I wrote. It was the hardest thing I've written to date, but also the most rewarding.
Awesome job. Thanks for sharing.
Michelle :)
Very poignant. Great job! And that photo is freaking me out. I'm claustrophobic...
ReplyDeleteMeradeth, wow. Just wow. Thank you for sharing that. It is very powerful.
DeleteMeradeth, wow. Just wow. Thank you for sharing that. It is very powerful.
ReplyDeleteOoh! I love that image. I'm behind on reading and sharing the blog, but I'll get there. Promise.
ReplyDeleteI really like that!
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