#235: Flashback
Green vinyl rocking smooth and solid, chilled from the air conditioning and so warm from my mother's skin. A flash of color, and then glass. A long, clear sheet and a dull strip of metal register, as does the rough chafe of carpet under my cheek. But before the tear that has pooled can track or the cry that has bubbled can surface, my mother's hands are there - lifting, soothing, rescuing.
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7 comments:
What a well told and vivid memory. Nice writing. :-)
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I'm so glad to see you writing my sister :)
That was beautiful.
I look forward to more "scribbling" as soon as you get another inspiration
Lyme
your first and very fine one :)
http://2short2sweet.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-heart-brings-you-back.html
Beautifully done. I love how you haven't just described the moment - you have put the reader in the moment. Awesome work!
Very well written, my friend.
Love it. Really enjoyed the last sentence. Hope you do more!
Lovely. Loved how you stayed so closely within the child's viewpoint--disorienting, in a good way.
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