Time again for Friday Fictioneers, my weekly fix of 100 words of fiction for the weekly changing photo prompt. The challenge is not only trying to keep within 100 words (although you’re not hung, drawn and quartered for going over) but also trying to alter /adapt / change your style each week. Well, God loves a trier, and I’ll try anything once (almost)….
Original Photo : Kent Bonham
What if you could hold a memory in your hand; you could touch it, taste it or catch the scent from where it came. Would it still catch you off guard, make you fall back into the past?
What if summer was a flower, a bloom upon your palm or a lover was a flavour, a taste of liquid balm. What if laughter was a scarf or guilt a tarnished chain, would a scent of forgotten perfume really make you feel the same? What if sorrow was a candy, with its blackness all congealed, would you look upon it hungrily or leave the pain concealed?