MEMORIES FOR SALE 

SATURDAY 15th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a writing prompt provided by WordPress.

PROMPT ~ Memories for sale

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belong- ings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

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MEMORIES FOR SALE 

by John Yeo

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

It shocked me to the core to find your favourite cloak

I knew at once it had been your favourite accessory.

To find it for sale here brought an emotional reverie.

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To discover this treasure brought a lump to my throat

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

A world away from your home roots it was rudimentary 

The likelihood of misidentification was sadly remote.

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I recognised it at once as your favourite accessory.

All those years ago my life took a different trajectory 

My past clouded swiftly behind a veil of smoke.

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

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I left it where the memories lie in the past to soak

I knew at once it was your favourite accessory.

The feel of soft purple mohair still affected me.

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

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The price of lost memories is immeasurably costly. 

I walked away fast leaving the past with a finality

Allowing heartfelt memories to die yet evoke, 

I knew at once it had been your favourite accessory.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Velvet Verbosity~~100 word Challenge~ “CLOAK”

A Cloak of Ignorance

by John Yeo

The day was beautiful, sunshine in mid-Spring, with life in abundance.
We met to discus the future of books and the threat of the electronice devices that would inevitably make the printed word redundant.
Suddenly a voice from the audience  boomed.  “If you trust the bulk of your words to machines, to the flick of a switch, then the words are vulnerable to energy supplies.”
Magically a  cloak of darkness descended on the gathering and the countryside around.
Day was turned into night.
Unexpected, unheralded , a total eclipse of the sun.
A sign of the return of the dark ages?

Written by John Yeo in response to a prompt by Verbal Verbosity

http://www.velvetverbosity.com/blog/2014/10/6/100-words-398-dorrie-and-the-blue-witch

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