Friday Fictioneer: The Memories Don’t Stop

Friday greetings all! Well I write from cold and white NE Indiana with about 30 inches of snow on the ground and lots of schedule interruptions along the way. So it has given me time to do some great reading and now… some (hopefully) good writing!

Thanks again Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompts and the community of Friday Fictioneers!

Here’s my take on our photo prompt for this week. Feedback welcomed!

copyright Claire Fuller at worksbyclaire.wordpress.com
copyright Claire Fuller at worksbyclaire.wordpress.com

 

The Memories Don’t Stop©

by

Jim Kane

Jan noticed that her dad had stood motionless for several minutes in front of the painting. Sweat was pouring off his face and down onto the ground. It was a hot day at the county fair and the slightly cooler temps in the main exhibit hall was welcomed but the sweat seemed to Jan to be another kind of a sweat.

“Dad? Dad?” Jan said. Her light touch shocked him back into the present as she saw decades of life pass over his troubled face.

He simply said, “The memories don’t stop. I hear their voices, Jan.” It was 1944 again.

 

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15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneer: The Memories Don’t Stop

  1. How true, we have no control over our memories and when and how they choose to flood back into our minds. How terrible for anybody who has lived through war, affected directly or indirectly by it. Well written

  2. You are good with your 100 word limit – I knew this was from a past memory. I think people that have witnessed such tragedy would have a hard time through life unless they had the help of a wonderful family or friend.

      1. My dad would have gone to Korea but when basic training was over, he and two other guys with accounting experience were pulled out and sent to St. Louis and Chicago. What a blessing!

    1. Thanks Patrick for your comment. 100 words has its limits. 🙂 The gentlemen was a WW 2 vet and the picture stirred a memory of life in a POW camp. I have had vets tell me that decades later they still see the faces and hear the voices of those they served with and who died right next to them in battle.

      Regards

      Jim

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