Memories of him. Memories of her. Precious memories of time spent with love and affection. Moments of great passion. How much passion was to her unbelievable. The feelings of the heart that can never be forgotten. The love for him, the first real love of her life and the affection for her, her second mother. The years that have passed since these two people left her life have often been empty and unreal. She thought they would last forever, the simple pleasures of running into him, of seeing him and being near, then talking to him as if she had known him all her life. She didn’t care what he was–Forbidden or not, he was hers because she loved him. And the little old lady she lived with–the feisty black  and white haired woman. The old lady dressed in dark colors and wore moccasins. She seemed so frail, so easily destructible. When she looked at the young woman, her eyes became  alive again. They had that light in them, that special something that only affection has. That time has gone. It will never come back. But in the former young woman’s heart, the time is here. It is now, just as real as it was then, in that small town, that small world she lived for.


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2 Responses to “Memories”

  1. Alex Says:

    well written. very nostalgic,

    • beccar Says:

      Thank you, Alex. Glad you like this.Eugenia, Different Flags  The Story of Ani and Forbidden Love in Argentina Read Eugenia’s blog at Search word: Differentflags,,, differentflags Different Flags, A Novel by Eugenia Renskoff . ISBN: 0877142572. Release Date: 2002 From: Beccar’s Weblog To: Sent: Monday, July 13, 2015 12:36 PM Subject: [Beccar’s Weblog] Comment: “Memories” #yiv0720113637 a:hover {color:red;}#yiv0720113637 a {text-decoration:none;color:#0088cc;}#yiv0720113637 a.yiv0720113637primaryactionlink:link, #yiv0720113637 a.yiv0720113637primaryactionlink:visited {background-color:#2585B2;color:#fff;}#yiv0720113637 a.yiv0720113637primaryactionlink:hover, #yiv0720113637 a.yiv0720113637primaryactionlink:active {background-color:#11729E;color:#fff;}#yiv0720113637 | | |

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