Trips Down Memory Lane Novels & Stories

As the woman spoke, she set a tray down in front of me. On it were some stomach medicine and a warm bowl of oatmeal. I swallowed hard. Even though she looked a little familiar, I still watched her with caution. "Who are you? And why are you bringing me food?" The woman's eyes widened like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Ms. Summer, don't you remember me?" I nodded slightly and told her I seemed to have lost my memory.

He led me to a booth. "Do you remember this place?" I blinked, looked around, again. I did. "This was where I loved to eat during...the last vacation with...with Mom." I suddenly realized it. I must have repressed the memory. Well, not precisely repressed it. I remembered the trip, it was lovely. Mom and Dad were happy and romantic together, and they let me explore the dunes and shops and generally have wholesome fun. It was a really great vacation. What I'd repressed was that it was the last vacation we'd ever had together and that it was here, to this town.

They opened their mouths, but countless words were distilled into just one sentence: "You too." So much left unsaid. So many years wasted. The time for making amends had passed long ago, and we all knew it. I opened the car door and got in. Jake started the engine, and warm air began to flow from the vents. As the car drove away, the forlorn and slightly hunched figures gradually disappeared from view. Through the back window, I watched them standing there in the falling snow, growing smaller with distance. Snowflakes landed on the car window, blurring my vision. I didn't wipe them away.

Soon, they would spend the rest of their lives together. Every time Yelena and Fabian visited a place that Fabian and I had been to, she would message me to test the waters. "Anya, my boyfriend and I went to Graydon Hot Springs. The place is great. Have you and Fabe been there?" "Anya, has Fabe taken you to the revolving restaurant?" "Anya, the wisterias in spring are gorgeous. Have you seen them before?" I didn't know what was wrong with the drug Fabian had developed. The memory loss was patchy, and I still vaguely remembered these things. Regardless, I always replied to Yelena that I hadn't been to those places.

"Come on, Travis, tell me where we're going." Travis just smiled. "You'll find out soon enough." Alison playfully rolled her eyes. "You're so annoying." Travis chuckled. "That's why you love me." Alison laughed, but as they continued driving, her expression turned thoughtful. She suddenly recalled the route they were taking – it was a familiar one, one she used to take all the time while she was still dating Travis in high school. But something about this route brought back bad memories. Mrs. Rodrigo's face flashed in her mind, and Alison's eyes narrowed.

But there is a story behind it, there's a history inside that reminds Debbie of old times when they were still in first grade. Back in 1st grade, chocolate candy was always in Debbie's pocket. Her favorite snack at that time. Back than, one day she had a big fight with Sarah. Debbie forgot what they were arguing about that time. It's like Sarah apologizing present time. Sarah gives Debbie’s favorite chocolate candy inside a plastic bag tied in rubber. It make Debbie laugh when think of it again. Yes, this kind of apology reminds Debbie of the events of that time. It turns out that Sarah still remembers her even times passed, as well as these chocolate candies is a proof. With this kind of wa

Jealous clear in her voice. "And I have my eyes only on you babe". He said lovingly making her blush. "Okay that's enough with the lovey dovey thing. You can do that tonight. Let's go". I said rolling my eyes. They laughed. We walked to Giann's Tesla that he bought not long ago. We arrived at the club. We walked in to the club and we saw our old friends from Italy. They are our bestfriends. There are 3 of them. You have Ace Rodriguez. He's a model. It was his dream to be a model and his dream came true. He's sweet but sometimes he can be a total dick.

Strangely, I miss and want Tristan. Saturday morning, I'm driving to Lakeside Mall. The ride there goes past an army base. While driving, I noticed army jeeps and a few black helicopters approaching that base. Curious, I flip around and go up that exit. Unfortunately, it's blocked, and the detour leads me back toward the mall. After shopping, I’m headed back past the army base exit when I'm compelled to call Tristan one last time. My call goes straight to voicemail as if I've been blocked, but I leave a message this time.

he said, breaking the silence. “Have we?” I couldn’t quite remember. “Yeah,” Nathan nodded, his eyes meeting mine. “First weekend of first grade. Remember that day trip your dad took all of us on?” A vague recollection began to form in my mind, like a fog lifting. “Oh! I do remember!” I exclaimed as the memory took shape. “We climbed this monument together.” Nathan grinned, obviously pleased he had jogged my memory. “Yeah, we climbed all the way to the top, just like today. Except back then, you were fearless. You led the way, remember?”

I opened my drawers to find the photo album lying there. I put it on my lap and kept flipping pages of the album. Staring at old pictures with my husband. I chuckled when I saw a picture of us at the beach during our honeymoon. My mind wandered at how bad I was with swimming until he taught me. I miss Rolly, I wish you were here. Little tears dropped from my left cheek.