“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”
― The Giver
The duality of memories
I always love when memories are used as a plot device. Memories are powerful because they are unapologetic in their reality. They don’t lie and, no matter how you resist, they won’t let you fabricate the reality of it all. They will find a way to force you to live it. In every story, memories have played a key role that resulted in an ending that can be satisfying to the audience. Now, can I say that for the characters? Not really. But for Alone With The Memories, definitely.
This story was something I got the privilege of writing after a conversation I had with my grandma. She is about eighty years young. Honestly, I don’t know her age and I don’t ask; I was raised to never ask a woman her age. Anyway, we were talking about what I do if she passed away; it’s a conversation I dread having but it was needed. I was also thankful for it because she said something that made sense to me. Memories are something that keeps people alive.
Don’t get me wrong. I already knew that and, as a storyteller, I always keep that in mind. But, while writing this story, I began to realize just how important memories are to a person. Moreover, I would be terrified at the idea of not having access to my memories because of all the ones I have collected throughout my life – at this point. So, that’s where the main plot of this story came from. Well, part of it, anyway. The other part was where science fiction came in.
I can’t explain too much about it without going into spoiler territory. However, I will say that it’s the science fiction aspect that will bring closure to the main characters. I’m confident to say that this is the beautiful story I’ve ever written. And, yet, it’s also the most heartbreaking story that I’ve ever written. And, with that, I hope you enjoy the story.
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