Memory

A short story of a very good memory. I hope you enjoy.

Memory

 

I look to the nights sky to see the stars take shapes that the world could never know. They form shapes of places we have been, and tell stories of our life to come. As my head is tilted to the nights sky, the warm summer breeze envelopes me, and in my mind I can feel your arms encircle me to clasp together at my chest, the fragrance of the night air turns into the perfume you so often wear. I can now feel your chin setting so gently on my shoulder and sound of the wind becomes a whisper of your voice. Your voice is so tender and loving ,but I cannot make out the words. I turn to ask you to say it again, but the moment is gone; yet, I am so lucky to be left with this memory that will last forever.

Reviews

[The Cynic]

It's hard to find stories that manage to tell so much in so little. Just a paragraph, and all the emotion you've had for this person (should it happen be based on reality) so clearly conveyed to me. And not even a kiss, not even a holding of hands, the closest this person comes to you is to set her chin on your shoulder, so that it can apply not only to romantic love but to anybody's love, that of a friend or a family member, although the comparison to summer and the wind as their breath makes it tend more towards the romantic.

Something I don't understand, though, is how 'the stars take shapes that the world could never know' but they 'form shapes of places we have been'; what does it mean for the shapes that have never been known to be those of where people have been? I'll definitely ponder that.

[Thomas Coll]

To answer Dario. I guess what I was trying to say was, the stars formed shapes that only his imagination could see. The world sees the big dipper or the souther cross, but they cannot see the world through his love filled eyes. I hope this helps. Thank you so much for your review. You are the first person other than friends and family to read and comment on my writing.