I know the speed limit of every road, but I don’t recognize the new development where the farm used to be.
Will I ever come back?
And if I do come back, will I forever know the speed limits, or will someday I forget?
And if I do forget the speed limits, will I someday forget where the serving platter lives and which shelf the crackers belong on?
And if I forget the order of things, what will I forget next?
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.
This piece is inspired by my sister’s beautiful writing: On Coming Home.
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