memory lost and found

 

“Remember our first time here?” she asked.

He looked irritated and seemed to hold back some angry retort. 

“All I know is that I wouldn’t want to be here and see this without..." he said. “I'm sorry."

“Me too,” she said. She turned to stare at the #abyss in front.

#vss365

from my 2018 short story about memory, lost and found, 'This Year's Trip':

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/12/this-years-trip-part-1.html

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/12/this-years-trip-part-2.html