By Firdaus Parvez
Time stands still here. You have to push it aside to move. Hours, minutes, seconds; they hang suspended in the air like discarded toys.
Wading through, I reach a dark room. There I find some frozen memories. I pick up my very first, and let it wash over me.
I am two years old, Mom’s voice is soothing in my ear as I look down at the dark swirling waters of the lake.
Suddenly, Mom screams in surprise—then terror, as she falls and disappears into the water. Papa just stands there with a blank face.
Then I wake up screaming!
Another good one cheers
Thankyou! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Great story Firdaus. Love the essence of time, hanging like discarded toys!
Thankyou so much Pattyann!
Chilling to say the least… Excellent descriptions.
Thankyou Gary!
Another brilliant story Firdaus… Mom’s soothing voice in my ear, frozen memories, push it aside, suspended like discarded toys. Wonderful phrases woven together! I look forward to reading many more of your stories.
Thankyou Rebecca! You inspire me my friend. 🙂
Impressed! – Fatima and Ali
Aww thankyou both! Love the compliment!
Firdaus,your writing pushes the imagination in an unlimited way . Great .
Thankyou Preeti. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Excellent. This one sucked me in completely.
Thankyou Tricia. Your words are much appreciated.
Awesome. I thought I was there in the story when you wrote it.
Thankyou Paul!