Faye felt her age on that grey Tuesday morning. It sunk into her bones, her joints especially, sapping what little energy lay inside her. But it wasn’t just the weather or her bones that hurt today. Today her husbands ring felt heavy around her neck. Like a noose, not a memory, a reminder of how … More Flash Fiction – Wrinkles (Stories on a Theme – “Ancient”)
To understand today you have to understand yesterday. And not just your yesterday either. You have to understand other people’s yesterday. How it’s different from your own. You learn about yesterday, you understand what happens now. You see the patterns in the fabric of time. You can stop history repeating itself.
The old buildings crumble with time, leaving nothing but dust. It’s a reminder that things change. Buildings falls. Legacies are erased. Your name will not be known in the future. And that’s okay.