Stories related to memories

He repeated his name for her, but she simply stared ahead, motionless. He watched their past disintegrate behind her eyes.

Grandma got run over by a bus and I can’t stop thinking about that stupid song.

He entered the gym in just his vest and pants. The PE teacher called the nursing home. The ex-pupil had forgotten more than just his PE kit.

They told the little ones stories. “Four seasons,” they say, “we had four seasons.” Their little eyes marvel at the dream of spring.

His cheeks burned as the line of boys dwindled. In the outfield, daydreams of ninja skills brought a grin. The baseball fell at his feet.

In the book, tucked so to hold a page, a postcard bought written never sent to anyone, least of all the person the words meant to address.