The Return [repost]


And when I return, after a long time, there is nothing.

I don’t know what I expected from this place where we loved, lived, laughed, died, but it clearly wasn’t this desertion. Everything is gone: the piano, the bar, the dance floor, the glittering lights, the mirrors. There is no shard of glass to cut through memory’s membrane. All my thoughts stay bound up tight, indistinguishable from one another, as I float into the open hallway.

We used to smoke out here, before the bullets came. I can no longer cry, but I can blend into the walls and wait.


Written for 50 Word Thursday [100 words].
Image source unknown.

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24 responses to “The Return [repost]

  1. It is so sad to return to nothing. You created some fantastic word pictures

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  2. Wow! Really great story

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  3. What an evocative piece. Love it 😃

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  4. Good one, and very evocative.

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  5. I really like this. It has mystery and pathos. The photo helps set the scene well, too.

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  6. Wow Paula! Thats powerful! I love it! 😊😻

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  8. This is grabbed me tightly for sure. Nicely done 🙂

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  9. I remember this one. It made me think of Casablanca.

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  10. Well done, Paula!

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