It wasn’t the first time, but it still takes me unawares, distracting me at the oddest moments. A flash of gold, a glimpse of skin. The line of your chin in profile. Another stranger, reminding me of you.
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt:
Complete the following story in 33 words:
‘It wasn’t the first time.’
(The five words are not to be included in your 33 words.)
Christine Hanolsy 
Thanks for linking up this weekend. I love how you’ve captured something that many of us have felt. That, “wait, is that him” moment. Beautiful. Hope to see you back soon.
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That was very cool. Nice job.
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Story of my life. Everyone reminds me of someone. Always. I guess my life can only fit so many characters. 🙂
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I read this as the aftermath of a tragic love story. It is both haunting and beautiful!
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Nicely written. It makes me wonder if the narrator just lost touch with the person or if the person passed away. Either way, it is sad.
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Great imagery and well written.
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This is excellent. I especially love the word-bump proximity of “a glimpse of skin. The line of your chin.”
And congrats on your well-deserved win for last week’s gorgeous piece! 🙂
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Lovely, as always.
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Love the way you expressed this experience. Sad:(
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Memories always come back at the oddest times.
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Excellent writing. Love the visuals.
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I agree – beautifully done!
Anna :o] at http://puzzelicious.blogspot.com
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Haunting! Nice work!
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Beautifully done!
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Aww…sad. But, well written!
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