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.