Remembe(red) – A Million Little Pieces

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This week’s Remembe(red) prompt from WriteOnEdge…Take the next ten minutes to write about the first single memory that word calls up. Focus on the emotions and the experience, spend ten minutes really exploring that memory.

 

 

It happened so fast that it took me a few seconds to realize what had happened.

I had that fleeting, completely irrational wish for time to rewind, for a second chance, for it to be undone…

and I felt the tears tickling the back of my eyes, my eyelid twitching, my nose burning like I was on the verge of sneezing.

 

And I cried. I couldn’t help it.

I looked down at the shards of glass at my feet, saw the thousand tiny sparkling specs cast across the kitchen and dining room floor.

 

I plopped down and brought my knees to my chest and sobbed.

It just wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair. I was so klutzy, I dropped everything. I ruined everything.

 

Nana would be so upset.

The antique crystal punch bowl that she loved, along with all 12 cups – shattered on the floor of my home that she never got to see.

She would have asked me what I thought I was doing, trying to bring that heavy thing down from the cabinet without help.

 

My last memento of my Nana, gone.

Just like the set of wine glasses that I so foolishly set out at my last party; all of which were broken by guests.

Just like the handmade ornaments she made when I was a child; torn apart by the kittens.

 

I stood on top of the kitchen counter in my bare feet, holding onto the top of the cabinet with one hand while I tried to pick up my great-grandmother’s antique crystal punch bowl with the other.

A horrid scene played out in my mind.

I hopped off the counter and called out to my husband, “Honey! Can you help me with this punch bowl?”

“I don’t want to drop it.”

 

* This is fiction…but every time I have a party, I am terrified of breaking this punch bowl. For some reason, this is what came to mind when I thought “Crash.” Also? This prompt is 5 days late…what can I say, it’s been a busy week. 

Better late than never!

 

 

 

 

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Comments

  1. says

    It’s fun to think of a memory based on one word. I think we’ve all dropped and broken something that was meaningful to us. Just recently someone broke a mirror that was given to my daughter by a friend who has moved away. My daughter was so upset even though it was an accident. Crash is not a fun word :(

  2. tamie says

    I don’t know if I am upset because you made the story sound so believable and devastating, or because I believed your story. LOL, is that the same thing?

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