Memory is so fragile. It changes ever so slightly with every recall. That's how two people at the same event give different descriptions.
She had remembered their first date so clearly. The candles, the cranky waiter, how they had giggled every time he walked away from them. Simon had been so nervous. She smiled nostalgically, marvelling how fate had brought them together.
Simon was amazed he hadn't seen the signs from the start. The restaurant she picked had been awful. Even the waiter was rude. The food was disgusting and she didn't seem to care. How had he not seen they had nothing in common? It was time to tell her about Julie, but perhaps their anniversary wasn't the right time for it. He'd wait a few weeks. Maybe next month, once he'd found a place to live...
(I only wrote for 5 minutes but next time I'll try to do the 10)
See others over at J.F Gibson or give it a go yourself.
