Oh flashbacks!

Greetings dear readers! I hope you are doing well.

“This is like a flashback, this is like a dream, this is like all the things you can fit inside a memory”. Calvin Harris.

This week, being in the class, the teacher talked to us about the famous sudden memories, those that come to your mind like immediately when something special occurs. We call them 'Flashbacks' and we define them as an ensemble of mental scenes that breaks your timeline and takes you to a specific part of the past depending on what happens in the immediate present. It is worth pointing out that is not a time machine, do not rejoice, it is only a psychological effect of a part of the brain called memory. After discussing about that for half an hour, the teacher asked us to write a paragraph or a story where we include the theme of those ‘memories’, so here you have mine:   

Damned remembrance

It was a summertime evening. I was in the park with my fiancé. We had gone out to freshen up a little bit and feel the breeze of the day, the long hot day. We had been talking about our marriage, how many children would we have, where would they study, where we would live, well, we were conversing about our future together. Seeing the prominent church, I immediately remembered my parents' marriage. Yes, I still remember it; I was 9 years old and was one of the first in throwing rice. At that time I did not understand why people insist on throwing rice and lentils, but it was fun and so I did it. After I grew up I realized the reason for throwing rice at the newlyweds: it represents abundance and prosperity for home, therefore, people want rice and lentil to not missing at home. Those memories coupled with my future wishes to marry my boyfriend, made my day. At that moment, my dear groom stood up to buy something to eat because I was starving and I preferred to stay sitting on the bench. While wandering off in my mind, a stranger interrupted me and sat beside me and then waved at me but I ignored him. He greeted me with such confidence that neither my brother would do. I had not seen his face well; I just knew that he was wearing sunglasses. He greeted me again and I finally decided to greet him. When I turned my face towards him I was scared. It was hair-raising. I already had seen him somewhere but I could not recognize him until he took off his glasses. It was him, the man of my nightmares. Nightmares that did not belong to a fictional world but to a past I wanted to escape. No one else knew. He was my husband, well, at that time he was still my husband. His hideous smile transported me to the house where he mistreated me and abused me whenever he wanted. I did not think it was so easy for him to find me. I could not believe it. I was getting ready for a future with my fiancé and trying to leave in a corner the awful scenes of 10 years ago. I was afraid of he was going to tell my fiancé, her family and mine. Again, nobody knew it had happened to me. Only we knew it. When he greeted me, I felt his breath. That breath that tortured me and that through his words told me I was worthless, I was rubbish. I got up suddenly and left. Apparently he just wanted to greet me, but that mere greeting evoked a series of images in my head that for a minute managed to make me cry and think again about these atrocious and crude illustrations of my past life.

Questions time!

Have you ever been afraid of a memory? How was it?

Why do you think we have that kind of memories? 

When was the last time you have a memory? What was it about?

I hope you have enjoyed it. See you soon!