Dusty Old Memories


I took a memory down from the shelf... one of my favorites. You know, the one about when I found a frog down in the hollow and chased Mary Ellen until she tripped and fell in the tall grass.
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And how I lay down beside her and when she smiled I got all scared and lost the frog. And I was afraid of what I felt inside when she looked at me that way so I bolted up and ran away.
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Then how she teased me in school about the look on my face and I panicked and said she was making it up. But that was June and then she moved away and I always wondered after that.
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Yes, I took that memory down from the shelf one rainy Wednesday afternoon. Saw her in the mall, thirty years older. We had tea and I touched her hand ... then noticed the band of gold.
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It was a nice moment, you know, but I learned that day, it's best to leave them ol' memories on the shelf, lest we dust them off and discover after all this time, it was the dust that we admired most.
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David Chiasson