Tuesday, February 17, 2015

A blast from the past.

There's a scene from 'Peggy Sue got married' that knocks the wind out of my sails every time I see it. You know the one. Where she goes back to her childhood home and sees her mum again. Every time I see it I feel like I've been hit in the guts with a cricket bat. 
What I wouldn't give to see my mother again.

This week, I had another blast from the past. A message popped up from someone buried deep down in the past and it pretty much evoked the same response. Winded. 

 A name not spoken in many years. A faded photo in an album. A crumpled letter in an office rubbish bin. Tales of revenge and women scorned.

I feel like Pandora's Box has been opened.

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