But Then What?
“Hey, look at this.” The past says and hands me a polaroid from 1996. “That was the time when you felt part of something.”
“I know,” I say and study the picture. My hair was red in a bob back then. It was a lot of work in the morning. Belonging did not come easy to me.
“But it doesn’t really tell me where I’m going.” I say and give the photo back.
“No, you fool!” The past laughs. “Of course it doesn’t! I’m not even here anymore, you just think you remember me.”
“But then what?” I ask.
Pair this one with Missing by Everything But The Girl, because the past cannot tell the future
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career in finance. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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