Fragment

A Micro-fiction Monologue

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I don’t remember being brave. — I don’t remember much of anything — memories sift through my fingertips and stick to the backs of my knees. Unable to hold on to my past — the feelings too big to be contained. I have no room for them, my mind cluttered with so many memories that I don’t want to keep, that I would just as soon forget.