She worried at her memory, tugging gently at soft silken skeins tightly bound by neglect and smudged by time. She smoothed them apart, just as she smoothed out her lines every evening at the bathroom mirror with the pads of her fingertips. They always came back, those little rivers, carving out a pale etching of her life. Each laugh, each frown, each smile. The same every time. The tears when they come remember the tracks easily enough.
She smoothed the delicate threads apart, combed them carefully and set about the meticulous task of unraveling the tangled fictions of forgotten pasts. They were slippery, but surprisingly weighty, draping heavily through her long thin still nimble fingers like an expensive chiffon. But they lay limp and heavy in paper-frail arms. She laid them out flat, those strands, so fine like spaghetti, or perhaps the hair of an angel. Tricky not to let the straight, perfect lines snarl up. She stepped back to admire her work, but it all looked a little lost and flat, somehow still unfamiliar to her.
So she went back to the very beginning, lightly brushing her fingers, now warming to their task, down the length of each tiny fibre, like a blind person tracing braille dots, until she slowly found the thread. And then she was lost, on a journey, but this time to a place she had known; a place she had been to before, and she felt sure she would be able to find her way back. She didn’t stop until she finished, at the very end.
© images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013
Delicate, haunting words. Lyrically beautiful.
Lyrical flow. Very nice, Emily.
thanks, Steve glad you liked it!
Beautiful and ethereal image, Emily.
thank you! They seemed to work with the piece.
Like Ariadne’s felicitous thread…
oh thanks for that! I hadn’t made that connection!
So beautiful! 🙂
Lovely writing and beautiful shots!
I don’t have the talent to be able to describe the beauty of your words, but they have such a quality to them – like water, almost, threads as you describe..something Alice in Wonderland too..just great..and your images always complement beautifully..
Oh, thanks Cath! I do love Alice and Wonderland too; in my world things are a little dreamlike, I suppose 🙂
Beautiful in both text and image – both in focus and slipping away at the same time.
yes I hadn’t thought of it like that… thanks!
actually that is kind of what memory is like, slipping in and out of focus…