The crew-cut teen in the Polaroid was happiness personified as he stood next to his restored coupé. On the back of the photo, in his mother’s delicate penmanship, was written ‘Henry’s first car! 10 July 1960’. Memories of that summer’s road trip came flooding back: the midnight swim, his friend’s guitar, and the feeling of infinite freedom that came with each tank of petrol. He placed the photo back in the album, wishing he could go back in time for just one day.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.