Memory Board

he could not remember when he last put it to purpose but nostalgia stared at him straight at face values’ frown the typewriter ribbon hung onto the spool for dear life a once proud carriage corroded and set on no return like in a silent movie the roller release was speechless a tray full of paper lay moth ridden in lost anticipation a story in itself abandoned on the trash heap of sorrow then an air raid warning siren disturbed his thoughts incendiary bombs were drawn to the attic of his mind fighter planes cradled the sky and dropped heavy loads they called it retribution but it was massive slaughter of epic proportions as memories flushed out retrograde pain the laptop gave one final moan and the electric circuit tripped and trapped him powerless in regressive void his fingers burned on the keyboard and he was careful to ration the oil for the machine in view of explosions and the fine screwdriver trembled in his weary hands somewhat disconnected but he refused to give way to arrest as he fiddled with the Olympia Travel Deluxe out of touch but in tune with overwhelming detonations the trigger of flash backs emerged from his conscience a candle of life flickered and breathed a sigh of relief wax smirched his hands as he tried to steady the flame accused him of falsification if he failed to recall reality and recollect the dangers of power politics and assault his only weapon remained the antiquated portable tool and his only chance of survival was to narrate the truth they retrieved his body and thought a finger was missing but found it firmly attached to the shattered front scale like a ghost writer some part of his memories told the tale 31st May 2021