Friday Fictioneers – Memories of memories

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

I do not remember you. Yes, I can bring an image to mind, your hair a crazy tangle in the wind, and lips sensuously curled in a smile. I remember that likeness, but I don’t remember you. There are memories of remembering you. Is it possible, I wonder, to track back from that and excavate the original? When people say “she was wonderful”, I can recall telling the story of how we first met, but the freshness of the event has vanished in the recitation. All but one picture which survives—your bottom in tight denim. .

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

44 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Memories of memories

  1. Haha, that’s quite an ending for a thought-provoking piece. I definitely have more memories of memories than memories themselves. The excavations are rarely successful at uncovering the original.

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  2. This is bittersweet. I try to recall long-gone people. Sometimes I remember their eyes, the clothes they wore, or their wonky shoes. It’s hard. Rarely have I recalled a person’s behind. Well done

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