Have you ever had a day so full of good things, caring people and beauty that you wish you could preserve it somehow; press it like dried rose petals, so that you could open the book and look it again and remember exactly how amazing it was…
TAGS: beauty, memories, people
Capture it before it goes, the wind, his thoughts, his smile, the moment, the memory, the last time she ever spoke your name, the way she kissed you and held your face, capture it before it’s gone, before you say goodbye.
TAGS: love, death, life, memories, regret, appreciationAmidst the flurry that was Christmas Eve, she stopped and she remembered.
As Miss Jane leant back in the creaky dental chair, the surgeon in the off-white mask asked her again “… are you sure about this?” and Miss Jane replied “I don’t care if it takes out half my brain with it, just get rid of the damn memory!”
TAGS: Miss Jane, dentistry, memoriesThe young girl sat contentedly on the muddled brown carpet, her shoulder leaning on the big, comfortable chair, a small dog resting nearby with his furry chin on a pair of slippers, and the girl watched as the older woman concentrated, back bent and shoulders hunched, creating something out of what seemed like nothing.
TAGS: love, family, memories, sewingTime passes … and then you find yourself at a place when the memory of her fills you, not with grief, nor with loss, but with this thoughtful, beautiful and, above all, fragile feeling of melancholy.
TAGS: love, memories, grief, melancholyThe ingredients for a head of full of warm, gentle and tactile memories lay safely in her grandmother’s cupboard.
TAGS: cake, memories, gentle, tactile
Peter’s briefcase contained only a mechanical pencil with no lead, a page torn out of a Gideon’s Bible with the phone number of a dead, Salt Lake City prostitute written on it, the keys to his 1972 Gran Torino which someone had stolen ten day earlier after kicking him in the groin outside of some greasy, Memphis diner, and the rusty, .22 caliber pistol his mother had told him to hide nearly 40 years ago, placed into his then small hands while his father slowly bled to death in the next room, so when the dried up old woman on the barstool next to him leaned over and whispered into his ear that she was the witch of dreams come true and that she was about to turn him into one of whatever was in that case sitting next to his feet, Peter didn’t laugh or look away or even doubt what the woman said, but simply nodded in agreement, having known all along that he should have had better memories.
TAGS: memories, bible, briefcaseA gift is one thing, but a gift of returned memories is something so good it is almost unbearable.
TAGS: childhood, friendship, memoriesI can’t get the 20-year-old memory of eggs benedict at Lucille’s out of my head and I’m about ready to buy a ticket to Colorado cuz of it.
TAGS: colorado, memories, cravings, eggs benedictDeluded by fond memories, false hope, and broken promises, she refused to let go of the only mutual tie they held: Love.
TAGS: love, memories, promises, Alphabetti Spaghetti, false hope