Vivid

The memory was vivid in her mind, as fresh as a just picked apple, but she didn’t want to have to look at it. She wanted nothing to look at in her mind’s eye but a blank piece of paper, so that she could stop thinking about that memory. It was too vivid to bear, too real seeming to her. She had to make it go away.

via Daily Prompt: Vivid

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