In an unwavering technique, my eyes fixed on my phone’s screen, unthreatened by the speed of my timeline which scrolled up by the slight tap of my thumb.
Is that another masterpiece?
I was quick to stop and slowly scrolled down to catch a glimpse.
For uncalculated minutes, I had gone round in circles of my thought. The image right clicked open the file of my childhood memories.
I could visualise my mother, in the room, the exact setting as the strong beauty captured in the photograph. I closed my eyes, stretching forth my hand… I felt her face and smile, it presented all as easy. But it wasn’t!