Unlocked Memories

I watched him paint a picture every day. I remember so well, the slow curve of his
hand, and the tilt of his head. Now, I play in a palette of bleeding memories, staring at a box packed up long ago.

I rip the box open, and its contents spill out before my eyes. Three works of art, some loose change, a roll of duct tape, old rags, and a key.

I pick up the key as sunlight begins to spill through the open window, across the dusty floor, onto my blouse – and everything I do is stitched with its color! It spreads like paint, it swallows me in pieces, like an ocean, and I want nothing more than to drown in this light! If only I could frame it, if it would stick – I want to nail it to the wall.

Photo by Nina Hill on Pexels.com

Written for dVerse Prosery where Lisa asks us to write flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. We were challenged to include the following line of poetry in our prose:

Everything I do is stitched with its color.

– W.S. Merwin, from “Separation

Published by Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

41 thoughts on “Unlocked Memories

  1. “I play in a palette of bleeding memories,” wow what a powerful line, Tricia! I think the moment she picks up the key and the sun embraces her is synchronicity, the way the “mysterious mother” speaks to us. Beautiful writing to the prompt.

    1. Thanks, Lisa! The line and poem you picked had me going back to an older piece I’d made private from 2020 because I wanted to polish it up, and I think it’s perfect now! ❤️🙏❤️

  2. The way you transformed this prompt is absolutely remarkable and inspiring to me as a writer! I love the meaning you brought to “color” and the detailed imagery in every line. Amazingly done, dear Tricia 🤍🤗

    1. That means a lot to know it inspires you as a writer, I had written a longer piece many moons ago, and then tried to make it a poem, but realized it is better as flash fiction. This prompt line just pushed me to go back and polish it up. So glad you enjoyed it! 💝

  3. Whenever I clean my room, I always experience this kind of state. I find the smallest of treasures that take me to certain memories and people. At the end of the day, there will be no cleaning done. Just reminiscing. Lovely take! 🙂

  4. I love the delicate and beautiful observation in ‘the slow curve of his hand, and the tilt of his head’, and the phrase ‘palette of bleeding memories’, Tricia. Also the description of sunlight that ‘begins to spill through the open window, across the dusty floor, onto my blouse’.

  5. Nice one!!!
    “I want to nail it on the wall”
    Where any good painting should be.

    Happy you dropped by my blog.


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