a la recherche du temps perdu

Now the time comes to begin piecing together fragments of dreams that have been amassing over the years. Dreams long stowed away in memory's chamber. The fear is always that in pulling open the door to let loose only a few stray memories, instead I'll be pummeled by a surge of them, a legion of filmy wraiths careening over that dim threshold.

So a commitment seems best. A commitment to one short piece of fiction a week. Be it poetry or prose.

I'll post it here, and if I don't keep to my commitment, may my mind be devoured by a bevy of wayward wraiths.