Friday, July 3, 2015

Remnants of Memory

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jean L. Hays

Word count:100
I walk the same path a year after on the sand, taking my steady steps, where nothing but remnants of dance and song memories remained.

The incident is  still so fresh.

I remember  colouring our old  trucks  in little graffiti style I knew which we drove for the performance that day.

The sole survivor recalls of the violent and killer desert thunderstorms that came quickly without warning  uprooting and  toppling everything, burying them underground 

Dancing on sand dunes, a step after step, after swirling ropes and holding bamboo sticks, the desert folklore had become faint after the troop had disappeared.


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