Friday Fictioneers – The end of memory

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I’ve been making memories all my life. Videos of my first steps, the family holiday in Israel, my role as Gratiano in the school play. Then came my graduation, our wedding, that incredible boozy fortnight in Magaluf. And on and on. They told us the memories would live forever, digital ghosts on distant servers that our descendants could watch.

Over and over, I parse the e-mail from the Home Office. “Storage maximum has been reached globally. All citizens are required to delete 50% of their data.”

What to amputate?


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

49 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The end of memory

  1. Your protagonist alone curates what really matters so let’s hope the true images, the ones in his mind, abide for as long as he needs them. May they continue to provide him with myriad catch-of-the-breath moments, triggered by sensations, scents and songs. Big Brother, although he is probably just doing his best quite reasonably, can’t take that way from him.

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  2. Shall we ever run out of digital space? Without the hardware, the answer is yes. In a previous job, the man at the top decided that all our information was to be stored digitally and all existing paper records were to be digitised. I felt a sense of loss- to me there is something solid abut a bulging file full of paper. I expect I am just an old fashioned sort.

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  3. Oooooooooo

    Now this has a kick at the end. What a fabulous piece Neil. Makes you think, what could you delete? And I
    In a world where everything is digitised. There’s horror here in your piece too.

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