Bridges, Memories, and Pasta
She sat in the car, gazing at the lights that decorated the suburban tunnel. They blinked on and off, creating shadows that danced playfully in the sporadic light.
As she passed over silent bridges and nearly empty highways, she was struck by the similarity between this foreign land and her hometown. During the day, the difference was obvious. At night, the complete opposite happened.
A tiny, niggling thought eventually pushed its way into her subconcious.
Have you forgotten them?
It was a strange thought. She thought of them all the time, obsessively wondering what she could have done to be able to stay.
But fortune had once again worked against her. It led her across the world, confused and lost. Now she had no way of returning.
The bridges mocked her, bringing a long gone past into view. It grew tantalizingly close. Forgotten memories were in her grasp.
They flew away as soon as her mother turned around and asked, “Do you want pasta for dinner?”
She sighed and replied, “Sure.”