FLASH DRIVES: Flash narratives and random contemplations imagined while driving from one place to another
I don’t drive often, but when I do, my thoughts go wild. Whether I’m crossing a bridge, heading down a highway, or making my way through a neighborhood, the strangest things come to mind. The subject matter varies widely, the contemplations forgotten once I reach my destination. Through Flash Drives, I plan to remember them and share them with you.
There must have been a house there, I realized as I drove by the other day. It had nagged me, why every time I drove down Hawthorne, passing the cinema at the jog on 20th, I thought of roses. Red trellis roses, blooming profusely on white lattice, overtop our heads. A night as soft as cat fur.
Now there is only a blocky building, some sort of condos, with an empty storefront facing the street—another COVID victim, I suppose. It had been there a while. So why the thought of roses?
Then it came to me. Before COVID, before the storefront and the condos, that corner must have held a house.
But I need to go back. Summer, maybe 1977. Had we been to a movie and then were walking home? All I recall is the warmth of the night and the shadow of the roses. It must have been important to me though, because to this day, every time I drive by, I smell their intoxicating scent.
It is good to remember…. well, some things, at least. Memories are oft made of scent. And such a deep thing it is too. Thanks for sharing.
I find my mind does pretty much whatever it feels like at the moment. I decided to make the best of it and write.
I’ve been stuck and barely writing for awhile now. This may be a way for me to get back to doing some writing – if only for myself. Thanks !
Flash fiction and nonfiction are good ways to find what your imagination wants to write about. Good luck!
That’s a good thing to do. My mind often wanders, way off of the reservation at times.