Has anybody seen this place? I ask all and sundry. All I remember is how sunlight dances off the walls that change colour with every passing minute. The evening draws on as I make my way uphill, leaving the car far behind, to its inevitable fate. Everything ultimately boils down to this. The path widens into a square and I sit on the steps of a building waiting for it to come to life. Not a soul in sight. What do I expect? Raucous laughter? Chatter? The din of everyday life? Silence reverberates without, while thoughts ricochet within. It is still as still as a photograph. I’m in the frame, looking on, there, but not really. I get up to leave. I don’t know what I’m looking for. All I have is a photograph in my hand, memories that I can’t trust anymore, and a hollow where my heart once was.
Thank you, Priceless Joy, for hosting the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers weekly challenge.