A Small Memory

We Are Our Memories

I have a small memory, possibly my oldest. It’s clung to me while others laden with more importance or urgency have fled to the inaccessible shadows of my mind. Yet this momentary flash contains the details of a small family. Details my mother and I are now the only ones who can recall.

Very small house under a starry sky.
Not the actual home. Photo by Pasi Jormalainen on Unsplash

It is a small, dimly lit room. Two rooms with no wall between. A sitting room and a bedroom…




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Kevin J Fellows

Kevin J Fellows

Writer & Poet of speculative fantasy. Author of the novel At the End of the World. Stories & poetry in SFF publications you know. kevinjfellows.com

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