I Remember

I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers— your happy pills.

I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot. I’d lean my back against the wooden bark. You’d lay your head on my soft lap. You’d look up and seek my eyes. I’d stare back and realize— words aren’t needed, our singing eyes are enough.

I remember them all while you forgot them all.

Word count: 100

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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for June 05, 2016.

159 06 June 5th 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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81 thoughts on “I Remember”

  1. The beauty of the moments all bottled up just for one.
    Sigh.. how will they divide those moments?
    ❤ Beautiful Enchanting Ema! ❤

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      1. Yes, mine would too. I was watching a show today where they had to kill a deer because she jumped through a plate glass window and broke her leg. I just started crying! I am terribly sensitive. Have You noticed? LOL!

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      2. you are welcome. i can imagine. i am fond of crime/mystery books and historical fictions, too. but there are scenes that i can’t actually accept myself. like i can’t help but cringe. so i understand. 🙂


  2. Wow, and the tree falls–like the relationship. There’s even a casual couplet in the narrative: “You’d look up and seek my eyes. I’d stare back and realize . . .” But everything has crashed.

    With this writing, I think Dorothy Parker would enjoy having you at her Algonquin table.

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      1. Parker was a member–and maybe the instigator–of a group of writers and other artists who met regularly at the Algonquin Hotel in New York City and thus became known as the Algonquin Table. The writing of Parker herself is effectively funny and acerbic. I think she’d admire the turns your works tend to take.

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      1. it’s just 30 words for 30 days (though july has 31st). it’s 30 filipino words. 🙂 you can do anything. and everything. or maybe you can partner with me and let’s host it? 😀

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      1. Hi dear! Not yet. Gmail is restricted by IT here in the office. 😦 I’m here until 8pm. But you can send me your plans, will be on it ASAP later. Saaaareeee

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