Daily Prompt: Memories For Sale

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

The dress was the color of a deep blue sea. It was a very simple dress, rather not in sync with the latest fashion but still eye catching. It had a small hole where the seam let go. At the bottom of the dress there was a light “V” line, a place where the iron lingered a tad bit too long. It was hanging over a rocky, once white chair. The chair stood a little bit on the side of the big garage sale, which happened in this neighborhood at least four times a year. I usually just glance quickly at the garbage of life that people try to get rid of and go on minding my own business. But today was different. Today I saw the sea blue dress. The dress that had exactly the same marks as my old, worn out garment that I haven’t seen in ages.

My blue dress was a gift, what else. It was a gift from my aunt. She found the dress in her own closet when tiding up. She gave it to me, with the words “I danced till dawn in this dress and made the best memories wearing it. Now it’s your turn”. I remember it so vividly because the moments I spent wearing the sea blue dress were, in fact most unforgettable and priceless.

In the sea blue dress I first got drunk so much, that I passed out on my friends couch. In the sea blue dress I had my first picnic under the stars. In the sea blue dress I finally passed my driver’s license, after four tries. In the sea blue dress I passed my most important exam for university application. In the sea blue dress I went for the first time to a summer festival and met my first love. In the sea blue dress I tried sushi for the first time. In the sea blue dress I took a ferry from the coast to an island. In the sea blue dress I first flew in a plane. In the sea blue dress I first cried over a broken heart and broken dreams. In the sea blue dress I bought my first pair of favourite pearl earrings. In the sea blue dress I spent the happiest time of my life – my early twenties.

I lost track of the sea blue dress when I finished studying and went to work in a big corporation office. I started confining myself to strict dress code of prim white shirts and modest pencil skirts. I forgot about my delicate, blue dress. I forgot about everything that it represented: the joy, youth and freedom.

I took the cloth from the chair and confidently strode towards the saleswoman. Today I bought something more than a piece of fabric. Today I brought back my memories. And those are worth more than anyone can pay. Memories are priceless. Memories are forever.

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The dream…

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I don’t usually remember my dreams very vividly. Do you know this feeling when you’re dreaming and you take part in some event , this moment when you start to realize it is a dream, it ends abruptly and you wake up? When something like this happen I remember the dream for about a minute and then the memory quickly escapes from me quickly and lightly like wisps of summer cobwebs.

What I do remember about my dreams is that I always seem to be running. Chasing after something or being chased. I much prefer the former to the latter for obvious reasons. When I am a hunter I feel exhilarated, empowered and invigorated. When I am the prey I feel fear, dread and weakness.

From what I can recall I am usually trapped in the maze of high flats with indifferent facades. I follow the weaving way between the buildings seeking salvation and safety. There is a moment when amidst the empty streets I pass a man. A man that looks like nobody and like everybody at the same time. A man that is watching me when I pass him. He follows me with his dark, unfriendly eyes. I try to put as much distance between us as I’m able to.

Then suddenly I drop something. Something I didn’t even know that I held in hand in the first place. A key maybe? I look back and suddenly the man is no longer firmly rooted to his place but rather starts sprinting in my direction. That’s the moment in which shivers run down my spine and my pulse quickens. That’s the moment when the most primal instincts kick in and I know only one thing – run. I need to run as fast as I can, run far away, get away from the danger, get away from this man.

So I start running and I even manage to make a couple of quick steps.

But then unexpectedly my moves become constrained and I feel as if I’m getting stuck in the mud or tar. My moves are slower, my legs are rapidly dancing in the running motion, however my whole body seems to slow down, seems fixed to one spot. And it means that inevitably this man will catch up to me. In fact he is getting closer, so close I can feel his presence next to me. I will get hurt in a moment.

And then… I wake up. I shiver safe in my bed, in my bedroom, in my home. Safe. But still scared of the creation of my imagination.

Daily prompt from: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=621760814517910&set=a.599260846767907.1073741825.175634409130555&type=1&relevant_count=1.