Half Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man sits and remembers a half memory that controls him.

Submitted: December 07, 2010

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He sits slumped over a dark wood bar, stained by countless drinks spilled by countless people. A quite murmur fills the bar with a warmth as light spills lazily from age darkened bulbs. Softly a man plays the piano, His song played as if it was a half memory falling onto the keys with a tactless grace. Smoke shifts and swirls around the room in an dance to the song. He gently lifts his head from a dark liquor as he stares into a cracked mirror behind the bar. The lines etched onto his face by time with hair more grey that blond. His eyes are those of an aging man who has seen life’s fair share. A faded picture of a bridge sits in the corner of the mirrors frame, a bridge he knew well. He had crossed it many times and would many more. Each time one memory would rise unbidden to his mind. A girl, her holding him instead of him holding her. She turns him round as they walk and gently kisses him. No words, no agenda…. Just a kiss. A soft kiss between to innocents, its at that moment he realises he loves her. Just a kiss then holding hands they walk on and fade to history. He hasn’t seen her in many years, doesn’t know anything about her life anymore yet she still steals his breath when she comes to mind. He gently fingers the glass as he lets his mind wander. Old friends not seen since god knows when. Old names, places and things all half forgotten and missed. Still threading its way through it all his her. An opportunity missed, an opportunity wasted. She now like then still held him twisted around her finger. It was his mistake letting her go, he could of stopped her, should of stopped her. Asked her why but he didn’t. He let her go and in his rage banished her from his life. He ran from her memory and when he finally stopped he had lost. Lost the ability to talk to her, find her even hear of her. She like the glasses of liquor was gone and half consumed within himself. He looks back down at his drink and just stares as he stares at the world these days. Just living day by day. He like her is a memory half forgotten with his only legacy being the groove worn in this bar stool. He stares and stares as that’s all he can remember how to do anymore, to stare at the past and remember.


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