The Six Sentence Story prompt – Wax
We bade each other farewell at graduation in 1988.
Our grown-up duty called us from the popular college band we played in.
Good bye to those nights when we smoked some weed and waxed some new tracks.
Coffee and cigarettes stained not only our teeth but also our memory.
What remained was this faded photo with all of us lined up in our flamboyant bell bottom jeans.
I took off my fogged up reading glasses, wiped off my tears and slowly sipped my herbal tea.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Nostalgia. Can be friend or foe.
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Memories can be so bittersweet!
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oh, yeah…these bellbottoms are what I grew up in 🙂
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Yay! ☺️
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This is lovely, bittersweet…I SO love it!
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Thank you kindly.
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You’re most welcome ❤
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Photographs bring back so many memories and often tears along with them. Nicely done SSS.
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Time for a reunion of the band…with whoever remains.
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Thank you for reading and commenting Pat!
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Memories can haunt or heal. And on a lighter note, I got sent home from school for wearing bell bottoms to class. Mom was LIVID and took me back. New rule, bell bottoms were A-OK. Thanks for the memory jog
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Haha that’s a great story! I once rode my bike wearing bell bottoms, they caught on the bike chains. Lots grease! 😂
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memory is a mirror that naturally attracts fog, the better to preserve the stories it contains
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Oh the memories…oh the stories I could tell… nostalgia causes my eyes to leak.
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