Memories From An Insignificant Life
Coming back to this place felt unreal. His eyes glazed over as he slipped into nostalgia. How many years had he spent here, how many experiences… too many to remember, that’s for sure. The happiest glowing moments, the most bitter fights, and everything in between. He remembered the seemingly endless summers of his childhood, the dappled sunlight filtering onto the lawn through the canopy of towering oak trees, shifting and sparkling as the leaves fluttered in the breeze. He remembered the feeling of his stomach clenching into knots thinking about Sarah, sitting on his bed trying to work up the confidence to finally talk to her, and later ask her out. The metallic aftertaste and pulsing headache waking up the next day after a wild night out with friends. “I’ll never drink again!” he would say to himself. Hah, funny how that resolution never held. The lingering sadness of giving the final hug to his parents when he moved out, holding tight in that last moment, his heart swelling with emotion, rising into his throat. The realization that they were not the same now as they had always been in his childhood — they were old and frail now, and wouldn’t last forever…
But honestly, who cares?
This is part of my experiment with fiction. More writing and details to come!
