Memories of Mamories.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “mem.” Choose a word or words with the letters “mem” in that order and run with it. Enjoy!


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When born I hungered for them, at ten I longed for them. By fourteen I had nightmares that they would never appear. At sixteen I stuffed my bra with  cotton socks and wool, dressed for the british legion disco, a sparkler  would have had less wow. 

Platform shoes, angora halterneck top, high waisted sailor trousers a blush pink lipstick topped with a sqirt of xanadou… I was ready.

 I memorized the latest hits, placed a poppy on the memorial for luck, but my memory let me down, my membership had elapsed , memories of mamories that night were dashed, I was deflated, my padding come adrift.  

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19 thoughts on “Memories of Mamories.

  1. That’s really funny, it seems that all girls go through the same dilemma wherever the live in our Western world ! I had exactly the same problem, I remained flat like a pancake while my friends already had little apples growing. I was 13 when my mother finally bought me a bra fearing for my mental health. There was nothing to lift up but two pieces of a soft tissue! I was so proud ! lol ! So you brought my long forgotten mammories back !!

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