Drenched

Nostalgia striking hard

Years later, he lay under the sheet of stars again. Alone this time. He could sense bubbles of memories rising up from his heart, all cuddling up into clouds. And then, he felt an urge to get up. He suddenly wanted to move away from that place. As if one of the clouds had burst. If he didn't move away he would be completely drenched. But, it was too late. It had already started pouring. He was already all wet. But, it wasn't the rain.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Very good - I like how you have expressed a lot in such a short story. Your images are excellent - memories have a way of catching you out and often when you don't expect them.
Well done!
Alan

[Vernika]

Hey Alan! Thank you so much for you kind words. I really appreciate it. :)

[Tej K]

"Bubbles of memories". What an excellent way to put it. Brilliant story Vernika - just enough detail to tell a story. Perfect. :)

[Vernika]

Thanks a lot for the review! :)