the sixth

DEAD PIXEL

 

One Memory that stands for all memories.

I don’t remember much about Wii night, except I joined in with that dance game that Lucy loved so much. The video you uploaded on Facebook had my colleagues spitting coffee at my inappropriate, besuited gyrations. Gone now, of course. Although maybe Zuckerberg has a copy.

I don’t remember much about the up-late, past-midnight virtual sports. Although I know my aim was off and there’d have been injuries in the real world. I’d have taken out the first row of spectators, no trouble.

But, try as I might, the image that comes back, every time I think of that night, is the dead pixel slap bang in the middle of the screen.

“I hope that isn’t a sign,” I joked.

One dead pixel. The one memory that stands for all that came next.

 

Mike Hickman (@MikeHicWriter) is a writer from York, England. He has written for Off the Rock Productions (stage and audio), including 2018's "Not So Funny Now" about Groucho Marx and Erin Fleming. He has recently been published in EllipsisZine, Dwelling Literary, Bandit Fiction, Nymphs, Flash Fiction Magazine, Brown Bag, and Safe and Sound Press. His co-written, completed six-part BBC radio sit com remains unproduced but available to interested producers! 

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