Chicken Scratch

The Teenage Writing Site

The old lady. Sam remembers her because he almost hit her when he was driving to school this morning. She had stepped out into the middle of the street and he had had to slam on the breaks. She hadn’t even flinched! She just stood there in her black shawl, cawing angrily at him and muttering curses under her breath. Stupid old witch. Now he’ll be late for first hour.

He quickly finds a parking spot and rushes to class. He just barely makes it before the bell. Roll...

She forgets what their faces look like after 35 days. The one photo she had of them had been long gone by them, destroyed by fire and time and hate, so now she's just left with fleeting memories that are already faded at the edges. She remembers blonde hair and kind smiles and the deepest blue there ever was, but nothing else comes back together. It's a puzzle missing the most important pieces, and they're long gone.