Paper Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

“Who are you?”

“You don’t know me.”

He was holding out a slip of paper, and you weren’t sure if it was an invitation to take it. He certainly didn’t seem like he was one of the young lads that pushed out flyers for new boots.

“What is it?” You nodded towards the page.

“Just look at it, you’ll see.”

The museum was bustling today. There was a new exhibit opening on Asian animals, and people were flocking to see the exotic species.

It’s not why you had come though, you had only seen a poster as you walked up the steps. You couldn’t remember why you had come now. You didn’t know why he was talking to you.

He was tall, almost lanky but not quite so. His shoulders were beginning to hunch over, too much leaning.

“Straighten your back, slumping is no good for your posture.”

He opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it. His shoulders straightened. The posture must have made an immediate impact on him because he was smiling now.

“Whenever you walk through a door straighten your back, it will become a habit.” You nodded curtly, sharing your wisdom.”

“I’ll remember that next time.”

He was still holding out the piece of paper, just letting it rest between you.

“Are you here to see the new exhibit?” You asked politely.

“I’m here to see you.”

“What’s on the paper?”

“You don’t have to take it, just read it.”

“I forgot my glasses.”

People were still streaming through the doors, and around you you could hear the excitement in their tones. Even the most well-to-do were coming to see the prized display of animals.

“Why don’t you take it and read it later, when you get your glasses.”

You could see a begging in his eyes, a begging for you to take the small page in his hand.

Slowly, you took the page from his hands.

“I’ll look at it later then.”

He smiled and nodded.

The crowds were becoming thicker, you hadn’t come here to see the new exhibit but you may as well now.

“I must be going. Good day.”

“Good day,” he smiled simply.

You turned with a curt stride and didn’t look back.

Walking into the next hall you paused and look at the page still in your hand. Fumbling in your purse you pulled out your glasses.

I love you,
Your Son

That man wasn’t your son. Your son was… did you have a son? You couldn’t remember.

You looked around. You couldn’t remember why you were here.

Trembling, you could see the man walking towards you.

“Can I take you home?”

You gave him the piece of paper, which you noticed for the first time was worn and scrunched.


He took your arm, and a feeling of safety overcame you.

“You’ll remember one day,” he said.

Together you walked back towards the entrance. As you walked through the door, you noticed his back straighten.

“I hope so.”


Submitted: May 02, 2020

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Certainly not what I expected, Archia. What a caring son! Beautifully written and quite moving.

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 6:49pm


Thanks so much! I was hoping to put something a little unexpected in here.

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 4:28pm


This is a wonderfully written, touching story. You totally took me by surprise. I loved it!

Sun, September 13th, 2020 1:55am


Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it.

Sat, September 12th, 2020 9:50pm

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