Friday Flash Fiction – Remember

Remember by Bryl R. Tyne

Had the immortalized voice of John Lennon not been so compelling, I may not have remembered the moment. But how could I not, with thousands of voices blended in unison inside a square . . . that wasn’t really square. Besides, some outside the square were singing too if I recall. As those thousands in harmony forgot me but recanted, “Remember all the people . . . ,” I also recall the precise depth the steel reached–or maybe it was a letter opener . . . or a pick. My vision had blurred; but yeah, I’m thinking now, the song ended on an ice pick. Though I never actually saw my life’s intruder coming, a definite pang raced through me as the tip of whatever blade scraped a rib. And I remember seeing my pursuer mouth words to the song but can’t for the life of me recall his voice . “Living . . . .” I joined him in unison as his upper lip quirked a smidgen higher to one side and he grinned. Funny what one does remember.

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Okay, maybe a bit morbid, but I write them as they come. Watching the ball drop last night, this inspiration took hold. Whether or not it becomes anything more is anyone’s guess. However, if you missed my New Year’s Eve free read and need something more on the sunny-side, here’s a little brightness, just for you:  http://bryltyne.com/2009/12/free-holiday-read

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