Lost and Found
Over the din of the television, I turned toward my girlfriend and mumbled, “I got lost the other night.”
My girlfriend–having muted the TV for a commercial–said, “What do you mean ‘lost,’ like you forgot your way home?”
“No, I knew my way home…it was just…never mind…just a guy thing.”
I took a deep breath and recalled how the noise of life subsided that night, how confusion and joy mixed in the warmth of a certain smile, how in that moment I felt free of being who I was and suddenly realized who I am.
As the volume came back up I closed my eyes and I think I might have grinned as I walked back down that dark path, getting lost again, leaving home…for home.
Here is my latest Five Sentence Fiction offering, based on a prompt from Lillie McFerrin. This week: Forgotten.