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.

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

14 thoughts on “Memory”

  1. 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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