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It was so long ago, but the memories hadn’t faded.  Some days they ran wild in his head, taking over so he couldn’t think of anything else; leaving his mind feeling foggy the scar on his chest throbbing.  He wondered if he would ever be able to completely move past that experience; if he would ever be able to hear a car backfire or a screen door crash without his heart racing.

There was one memory from that time that wasn’t entirely horrible: her face looking down at him.  He still had her, thank God – and he did, every day.

#ThursThreads : It was so long ago, but the memories hadn’t faded.

Sunday Scribblings : wild

Five Sentence Fiction : foggy

(Previously)

For some reason, through a storm of emotions, another memory floated into his mind and it calmed him.  He remembered that he loved cars – racing them; fixing them up; running his hands over the smooth, candy-apple red hood, cool mirrored chrome and supple leather.

The memory faded and he was back in the junkyard and, despite what was happening – even though he should be fighting back – he smiled and looked around.  It was a much better monument than a cold stone in a manicured cemetery.  If he was going to die, this was a good spot to meet his end.

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#ThursThreads : It was a much better monument than a cold stone in a manicured cemetery.

5 Sentence Fiction : Candy

Sunday Scribblings : Storm