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.


51 thoughts on “Rectify

  1. Good metaphors. I never thought of crochet pieces being like memories. And, yes, they move on. Some pieces I’d like to block, but my mind has a really too good replay mechanism. Bummer. 😦

    Super job, Loré!

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  2. Beautiful piece of writing – a great use of image to represent memory and the way we sometimes just have to accept and leave them behind. A great twist on the prompt and one I would never have dreamed of myself. Gret stuff

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  3. mickwynn2013 says:

    I’ll add my agreement to what everyone else has said, a lovely piece of writing and memories are what we are made of and so important used in the right way.

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