“The last time, everything fit in three duffles…”
My memory returned me to the age of 10, when we were all getting ready for a family holiday in Spain.
I grinned at the three bags tucked neatly into the boot of the car. Today was the day I had been waiting for. Today was the day I was going to return to my childhood holiday destination. I had found the name of the apartment complex we stayed in, so we were going to go and spend holiday time there.
My wife and children were less keen about a holiday that meant every single modern gadget was going to get left behind. But I was determined. This was going to be a proper family holiday.
It was a long drive, but when we arrived it was to discover the building have been deserted a long time ago. Disillusioned, I took my three bag family to the nearest hotel.
“Sorry, I just wanted everything to be the same way it was. It was such a gorgeous apartment block once…”
My wife put her hand in mine. “I have seen the pictures. We are here, now. So, let’s make the most of it!”
Written for: flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner