Friday Fictioneers – Second Life

ff180315The smell of baking bread in the castle kitchens. The scalding heat of the fire. The dirty tears of  sweat trickling down the arms of the boy tending the flame. The shouts of the cook; the back of her calloused hand as she knocks  me to the floor once more. The cruel laughs of the other kitchen whelps.

Even now, sitting on this train I can still sense the imprint of her hand; remember the watching faces.

I know these are not dreams, not fantasies born of a tiredness with the modern age. These are recollections; these are memories.

I have been here before.

…have you?

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge

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28 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Second Life

  1. Karyn

    Don’t know that I want to be where the kitchen whelps are but I love the idea, the obvious – someone’s been here before.

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  2. dmmacilroy

    Dear Paul,

    I love how you slowly dragged us into the world of your imagining, the world of past lives and days gone by. I have been there, so this story resonated with me.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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