
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
Tight denim will make a lasting impression! Thoughtful and bittersweet, Neil.
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Thanks so ,much, Iaian
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ha ha ha, what a great last line. Well done!
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Thanks so much
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A memory for a lifetime. 😀
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Thanks, Tannille
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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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I think if we don’t rehearse and retell them, we tend to forget them
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A sad story with a smile at the end. It clearly made a lasting impression!
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Thanks so much, Keith
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Just when I thought you were going all maudlin, up pops a tush. Fun one, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re very welcome.
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First impressions last the longest, so someone says. The therapy of bring people back from the darkness by colouring in outlines seems to work. A warm story.
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Thanks so much, James
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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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Thanks so much, Alicia
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Ahhh tight denim… the best type of denim
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The very best
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LOL…you dog!
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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I’ve never thought of memories of memories, but I can remember stories to which I can’t remember details. Memories of memories is a good way to put it.
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Thanks for sharing these idea and I love your words. Anita
Let’s follow our blogs. Anita
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A thought to hold on to.
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To coin a phrase
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I’d like to be remembered for my many assets in denim or otherwise.
Good story,
Tracey
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Thanks so much, TRacey
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Dear Neil,
I can’t help but wonder what she remembers about him. 😉 Thought provoking with a bit of humor at the end.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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as time goes by, everything evolves. but bits and pieces of memories will linger for as long as we can remember.
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Only if we exercise them in most cases, and then they become edited memories: memories of memories
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true that.
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What a memory. Well done.
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Thanks so much
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😆 there’s a picture ! This is bittersweet. The loss is felt in the memories that have disappeared over a long time. Just the feelings remain. And that butt. Haha. Nicely done.
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Of course, her bottom in tight denim jeans. Haha. At least he’ll never forget that.
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He’s a simple man at heart
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The last line is great but this one really stood out to me: There are memories of remembering you
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Thanks so much
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Wonderful Neil, out of the frame, evanescing memories.
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Thanks so much, Susan
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You’ve written something universal and then added that colorful bit of specificity to make it laugh and shine.
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Thanks so much, Sacha
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