Ghost of a memory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 20, 2019

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Standing alone in a busy train station, I heard the echoes of your heels slamming against cement floor, rushing in my direction. I heard you scream my name, though I knew you would never find me in the crowd. I could feel your heart tense and shatter, all the while I selfishly put on my earphones trying to drown away the pain in your voice. I stepped onto the cold train leaving you searching behind, but your ghost never left me.

The grass is always greener… right? Yea… The hardest lesson I had drilled into my head over these past years was that the world doesn’t care where you are, it will topple down on your shoulders without discretion. What changes are the people that can help you carry its burden. And they did… until I fell sick. Until I became a burden.

It’s been five years now, and alone I stand in a vacant train station. I can hear you calling my name. I can sense your high heels kicking at the cement. I can feel your hand on my shoulder, begging me to come home with you. I’m coming home. I just hope it’s not too late, mom.


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