Our brains will sometimes make random sensory connections that momentarily transport us to the past in a vivid flash-back. Smells wafting from my grandma's kitchen that come back by the country store at the mall, for example. Or the sounds of a diesel locomotive approaching on a hot summer night.
Now I got a voice mail. Five wasted years and a dead tulip all come back in a single "hello." Odd how the same word that started it all filled with hope, admiration and desire, can turn around and end it all in bitterness and anger.
Now I go for Chinese... or maybe Mexican... or maybe I'll just read my book--because sooner or later you realize it is just a flashback... and it means nothing... full of sound and fury.
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