Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Memories, like ice crystals, tend to melt, disappear and come back in a different, but strangely familiar shape.
Memories, like your grandmother’s crochet, tend to take over every available surface, while you desperately try to tuck them to the bottom shelf of your life’s cupboard.
Then one morning you get up of your bed and carefully place a piece of crochet on a tea table…You walk to the window and lean your head on a frosty surface, welcoming the passing stream of memories, washing away the fog that clouds your mind.
And now you see…
And at last…you move on.