Memories

Memories are strange things, thinks Teddy.

He knows that they are just electro-chemical activities in exquisitely wonderful parts of the brain. He's just that sort of Teddy.

But they are so powerful to his little soul. They can flood him with warm nostalgia or sear it with bitter sweetness. Like today.

It just took one photo. Some time back Teddy had taken it down from a wall where he worked. He just couldn't look at it every day. But he found it in his bag, like a baited trap.

One photo. One face. How can such minute amounts of chemicals, and such little sparks, create such torrents of raw memory.

Slightly fragile Teddy.