I have a bag of memories which I don’t know what to do with. If I burn them, they will never again warm me as they once did, but as it is now every time I pick them up they scorch my heart. So I suppose I’ll just have to hide them away for a while and hope that the pain fades faster than the sunshine.
Bag of Memories
Posted in Flash fiction, Stories
Posted by Beatrix MGN on April 1, 2014
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/bag-of-memories/
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