Fiction on Friday 44: Photographic Memory
May 19, 2023
He slid the first photograph out of the envelope. It showed him as a child. He stood in the middle of a lawn, beaming at the camera and proudly gesturing to a tricycle shaped like a rocket.
He peered closer. In his memory, the rocket was bright red, like strawberry jelly. But here, it was blue and silver. He closed his eyes, trying to fit his mind around that.
He checked the photo. Definitely blue. He stuffed it back into the envelope. The colour of a rocket was one thing but what other certainties weren’t as certain as they seemed?
Wordcount: 100
Prompt Word: Camera
