I used to write drabbles on Tuesdays. (Stories in exactly 100 words.) And this past week I felt the need to express myself in that form again. So here is one:

There is nothing like this memory. It haunts at night; it comforts during the day. As with all remembrances, I only catch flashes and glimpses. When experienced it felt unreal but as time passed it continued to play on repeat, repeat, repeat and solidified. As the days go by it fades. First there’s the entire loop. Then there’s just the main event, the adrenaline rush. Soon smaller pieces that didn’t seem significant before begin surfacing, swimming into focus. But I know that it will become a hazy fog in the recesses of my brain. I will only remember the remembering.