A Trip Down Memory Lane

Quite the thing, these trips down memory lane. We each have our own perspective of what happened. He keeps coming back and asking questions. Basically, he wants to know why. I am not sure why. I am not even sure that it happened. Well, he did disappear. We were at the lake, on the pier. It was a sunny day, but I can only see it through a haze. We were talking about moving to Paris. Then I found myself back home, but he wasn’t there. Yes, after I reported him missing I did go to Paris, where I lived for many years. On my own terms.

(c) May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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