Lucid Time

I will Find Her

We turned the corner. The building layout was odd. The auto parts store was no longer there, and the old movie theater was open for business. I had a nostalgic feeling come over me.

Times were good without mortgages or auto loans. I saw myself 20 years ago ripping down this street in my old beat up Mercury Lynx with the volume on ten and a subwoofer that rattled house windows as I passed. 

Familiar yet different. I recognize this place, but what was my reason for being here?

The top of the street across from where I grew up no longer had houses but an outside market bustling with activity. It had a hippy, modern vibe. The shops were quaint and smelled of sweet incense.

The bars were warm with vibes with old pine interiors like the colonial days. You could smell the history.

Where did all the houses go?

Surely, they didn’t demolish them just for this marketplace. We walked past the diner, and it looked as it always did. Even though it was never here. Home again, after being away for so long, felt good.  

“Let’s hit the Pizza Barn, I’m hungry,” a voice from behind me said.   

“Sure” I replied. 

“We just need to take a left up two blocks” I said.

A crisp fall night. We walked past the old general store that was not there.

But where is the pizza barn? “It used to be here.” I asked. A girl in the group chuckled.

“Maybe you where to stoned and always thought it was here.” She said.

I laughed it off with them. 

“What else is around here?” another in the group asked.

“I’m hungry too.” said another.

Who were these people? I knew I knew them, but I didn’t know them.

I racked my brain to think of an old hangout, but nothing was coming to me. Everything seems to be out of place. 

“This town is a lot different now.” I said 

“Yeah, well let’s go back to the car and hit the fast-food joint we saw off the highway.” 

“No,” I said, “There are places all around here within walking distance.” 

“Come on man, obviously you haven’t been back in a while and things have changed.” 

“No man, my mom’s place is right down that hill.  She will make us sandwiches and we can swim in the pool.”

With the majority decision to go back to the car and hit the highway, I refused. They were on their own.

“You guys go on, I will catch up,” I said.

I tried to gather my bearings and re-calibrate. 

The smell and crunch of dead leaves filled the street. 

I had no intention of reuniting, as I found myself in a familiar yet peculiar place with a giddiness to explore.

I knew I knew this place.

If I go down Westray, I will find Mom waiting for me as if I was always there.

Way Past Tipsy - ran kime

Read “Lucid Time” and other stories by Ran Kime in the collection Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.