Muted

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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.

[151 words]

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Thank you, Priceless Joy, for hosting the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers weekly challenge.

10 thoughts on “Muted”

  1. You have succeeded in triggering the curiosity about the forlorn dilapidated buildings that may have forgotten memories of the past but nothing to show except their sepulchral silence.
    A good piece of writing.

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