Memories Never Fade

Memories Never Fade

A Story by Zoe

    “Mom, look what Teresa did to me!” I complained, showing her the bruise on my left arm. “We were playing hide and seek and before I could even count till ten, she suddenly showed up out of nowhere and scared me to bits. I fell on my back and the silly rocks lying around gave me this silly bruise and it’s all because of that silly creature named Teresa!”

    Mom abandoned the chores she had been doing and listened to me carefully. All this while, not even for a second did her iris not look fixedly into mine. Wearing a kind of smile that would instantly make you an admirer of the elegant lady, she said:

    “Calm down, sweety. I bet you don’t want to say that for your friend, yes, even though she scared you. Bruises heal with time. Everything in life is temporary, my dear, including this life itself. Don’t waste your precious time complaining. Time flies…you know that, right? So go, go and make thousands of memories, cause memories never fade. In the later years, whenever you feel void or dead from inside, memories are what keep you company. Certain scents, certain words, certain sights, from the childhood days, when encountered again in future, would give you pleasure far beyond your wildest imagination. This is all I got to say. Dump it or heed it, your choice.” She finished, beaming.

    The atmosphere lightened up. Just a talk with mom, and the aura that surrounded her often eased up situations for me. Mother and I shared a special bond. After her divorce with dad, it had just been me and her all along. Not one existed who could spoil the relationship we maintained. I hoped this to continue until the end of my life. I wanted my mom to be there…with me…always.

    

    “By the time you rinse your bruise, I’ll be back with the first-aid kit. Mommy to the rescue!”

    

    She sure had a way with words; always the reason behind my smile.

    

    I went over to the kitchen sink. The blood cleared away with the cold water that rushed down the tap. I could hear the radio playing my mom’s favourite song:

                          

                                                 

                                                  One day at a time, sweet Jesus,

                                                  that’s all I’m asking from you…

   

    Our taste was similar in almost everything. Though I failed to understand why the sweet food never fascinated her.

   

    I’d better ask her to eat more chocolates. Guess that’s why she’s losing weight and having those headaches.

    

    I washed my hands for another two minutes. The cold water dulled the pain the bruise caused. I heard footsteps and instantly knew she was back with the kit. Finally done with washing the cut, I turned off the tap. The song continued to play in the background:

                       

                                                  

                                                  Yesterday’s gone, sweet Jesus,

                                                And tomorrow may never be mine.

                                                   Lord he-


    Hearing a loud thud, I turned around. Mom lay motionless on the floor. The kit, with its components scattered, rested beside her. I did nothing but stared. With my limbs all jammed to run away from  the dreadful scene, I simply closed my teary eyes to escape the reality. And when I opened them again…it was a totally different sight.

    

    “Mom, mom, you know what, Kevin called me a liar!"

   

    I saw a short human figure standing in front of me. Tears blurred my vision. Truth slowly dawned upon me. Years had passed since the last time I saw her. I recalled her words to me that day…and they proved to be accurate, only half of them, though. She was right…memories never fade.

    

    “Eh, mom…why are you crying?”

    

    This time it was my tongue that had been jammed. Hugging the little one who stood in front of me, I cried my heart out and listened to the song that had been playing all through that time:

                       

                                               

                                        Lord help me today, show me the way,

                                                        One day at a time…

   

 


© 2017 Zoe



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Critique: (I complained, showing her my left bruised arm) showing her the bruise on my left arm - awkward wording

Review: Nice sensitivity expressed in an well thought out way. Many people would have let over powering emotions try to express their message and that would have taken all the wisdom out of the message. Masterfully done my friend Standing ovation! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Zoe

2 Months Ago

Thank you so very much! I truly appreciate it :)



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What a beautifully sad story. Seems to rattle the senses from the start, I thought something vital might occur, don't know how or why. The way in which you talked of mother, made her the immediate focus, perhaps. The ending strikes the heart.. was unecpected, was/is tragic and all the way through written so very finely.

Posted 3 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

3 Days Ago

Thank you so much, emma. I appreciate the review!
No other prediction that is suppose to be make by me now... I have always found you an expressive writer... Take it as a strong motivation... I am damn sure you gonna get all the success...keep writing... The tiny package of talent

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Weeks Ago

Haha, thank you Abhishek. I appreciate your comment!
for such a young person
your writing is mature and amazing. i loved how this was constructed and the moral included
your stories always impress me and your style of writing keeps one engaged in the story itself
i believe youll find success in this field when you grow
you have the talent
great stuff !!

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

1 Month Ago

Oh, thank you so much for your kind words, Pia! Hopefully that comes true :)
A very poignant story, Zoe.

As always, this one is well written and concisely constructed with a wonderful moral message at it's heart.

You have told an intimately sad tale very well; memories never fade, so true. They tend to dull a little over time, but as you wrote, it only takes a scent, tune or word to make them burst forth into our consciousness with strength and power.

I enjoyed the twist at the conclusion and your final paragraphs do strike at the heart of the reader with their truth and realism.

Another fine piece of writing. Keep it up.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

1 Month Ago

Right. Memories do dull over time...but there's always that one silly corner in the brain...saving t.. read more
Doodley

1 Month Ago

Always a pleasure.
Powerful and worthwhile story shared. You create strong characters, situation and need for prayer. Thank you Zoe for sharing the amazing story.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

1 Month Ago

Thank you so very much for your time!
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.
This is such a remarkable story if you ask me, the characters, the dialog's, your words and plot were simply amazing!

Thank you for sharing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Thanks for the lovely review. I appreciate it :)
Joey Nizz

2 Months Ago

Your welcome :)
Your writing always amazes me.. how creative and talented you are at such young age....
Keep on writing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Thank you ^-^
Priyanshi

2 Months Ago

my pleasure.
This was brilliant! I loved the plot twist! And the song that floated between each scene. Amazing write. You have great talent and I'd like to read more like this. :) Well done.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Thank you very much! :)
This is wonderful - and I recognized the song immediately. Mother's personal favorite is The Garden.
One question: Would a child use the word "emerged"?
In keeping with a child's dialogue, maybe: "when she showed up outta nowhere?" or something in your words.
Photographs fade, but memories are forever and they are what keeps those we love in our hearts.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Indeed. Thanks for pointing out the mistake. And thank you so very much for reading and reviewing :.. read more
It's a nice n tasty read. Didn't find anything wrong with it. It's very good the way it is don't change it. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Glad to know you liked it. Thanks much!
Suhd

2 Months Ago

Always a pleasure.

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