11/30/14- Daily Prompt
She didn’t recognize herself in the photo. It was a stranger that smiled back at her and waved a silly “I love you” hand sign at the camera. It was difficult to remember a time that she was that young and that happy. She flipped the photo over and discovered the notation there. Scribbled in a familar hand writing was the date and place the photo was taken. It drew forth no memories.
The photo was a reminder of her forgetting. She felt that her past was something built of clouds. The cold night brought them down into a hunkering fog and it seemed like she was in their midst again. Then a wind would blow and only wisps and mist would remain. It left her without anchor; letting her drift through the years like flotsam.
Was this wreckage all that was left? She supposed it was and drew out another photo. This one was of her daughter when she had been small and full of giggles. She didn’t know who it was that craddled the child in her lap. Perhaps it was also an image of herself. She held the two photos up next to each other and decided that they did look like the same person. Another photo of herself.
Shaking the box, she skimmed her eyes over the images in hopes of landing on one that did not contain her unfamilar self. She lifted out a photo of a sulking boy. There was no notation on the back.
“Who are you?” she whispered. She wasn’t sure if she was asking the boy or herself. But she didn’t know the answer in either case.
She dropped both photos back into the box and set it aside on the bed next to her. Feeling around in her mind, she tried to grasp onto a few solid memories. They were all of the daughter they said she didn’t have. Yet, wasn’t the child in the photos? Her reality seemed fragmentized. Little pieces laid out before her, but there seemed no putting this puzzle back together again.