Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – Walking Away

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“Why?” was the only thing running through my mind, searching for the meaning. Any. But I should have known there was none. I should have realized all his collections from garbage dumps were the memories thrown out by others. Unspoilt childhoods, uninterrupted school years, enduring love; all unburnt objects, unbroken, possessed by happiness.

I hadn’t understood that he couldn’t afford to remember, that he needed to forget the ones of his own. It was still all there, as if it was yesterday – cries, gunshots, cracking bones, the smell of smoke. And then screaming silence through the years.

Image courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

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24 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – Walking Away

  1. This reminds me so much of a neighbour of mine. He was a serial hoarder, it got so bad that when the council came to clear his home (he was moved to a elderly home) they retrieved 50 bicycles, hundreds of wedding shoes for men and women, items he had taken from gym changing rooms (nothing of value just peoples shower bottles and shampoo) and he always went to the charity shops and pilfered the bags of items that people would leave as a donation. Whose memories was he keeping? It’s sad because one experience had triggered him to keep and collect all these things, the lorry load of bikes they found was immense and struck a cord with me particularly, because when I was little, he’s always be outside fixing an old bike and then riding off on it… I feel like it was romantic but tragic.

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  2. When I looked at Rochelle’s collection, all I could think about was the Holocaust and all the young lives snuffed out so horribly, the toys collected by others, something you would definitely like to forget, so maybe that is what he is hiding from…or trying to forget!

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  3. WOW! This was a tale within a tale and a lot of ground to cover in a flash – you achieved this well, there is a whole life we can imagine from this short piece. Great take. Harrowing, but great!

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