He recognized the tape recorder in his childhood bedroom. He rewound the tape and pressed play, listening to his young voice chattering about whatever came to mind. When his mother’s voice joined in, he paused the tape, heart aching with nostalgia and loss.
He had forgotten. How had he forgotten?
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.
This strikes a chord with me. Those last two sentences accomplish a lot. Thanks
I have one. I play it on her birthday (if I’m up to it) A great 50. Thanks
So lovely and heartache inducing…
Beautifully put and a touching reminder of loss.
The memory of the past brings passion and pain.
Your story brought tears to my eyes. Well done.