Memory of a particular highway coner
Trigger warning: abandonment (this is in regards about an inanimate object in fiction later on. just thought this might be warranted for some people (yes, it’s still related to the corner, trust me))
There’s a highway corner that I drive through every few months, mostly because of a shopping mall nearby that my family likes to go to. It’s just a normal highway corner. There’s an overpass over it, and there might be a slight angle as most corners do, but nothing too significant will ever be observed by others.
For one reason or another, that corner brings back memories. It’s in the back of my head whenever I have to write a story. I still remember it vividly during third grade, when we were first taught how to write an essay. Typically at this stage the essays are just about inanimate objects, i.e., I am a bottle. We could pick anything that we liked, and I decided on a bike, probably due to the fact that my family just purchased one around the same time.
The essay is just what you expect from a third grader; it starts out with how the bike felt when it was bought and used, but I ended it in a tragic way (it’s inanimate, how could it have emotions). The bike was going too fast on a corner and had a pretty bad crash at the fast food chain near that corner, bad enough that it was discarded right after. Try to guess what corner third grade me imagined while writing that scene. You guessed it, that same damn corner.
The thing is, that particular corner didn’t have a fast food chain near it back then (there’s still isn’t one even now). I cannot shake the feeling that there’s supposed to be one. I’m not sure whether it’s deja vu or what, but it just feels right to me. That’s the only thing I can think of when I see that corner.
(I’m supposed to be asleep one and a half hours before writing this. I don’t know why my brain thought of writing this rather than going to sleep TT)
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