“Pictures ... flashed on her
in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of
black when lightning strikes at night.”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs
Flashback,
only one word to describe a whole experience.
Flashback
as the word mean it, is when you remember really fast something, maybe you didn’t
want to remember or you haven’t thought about it long time ago.
In
narrative, flashback is an interjected scene that takes the narrative back
tin time from the current point of the story, the flashback is also used to
bring back important events from the past that are related with the present
story to fill important events or scenes.
Also
there exists flash-forward, talks about events or scenes that will occur in the
future.
Now
I have an example for you of a story flashback that I wrote:
2:30 pm, skies are so cloudy and I just had lunch , I want a cigar as always at this time, but all of my thoughts about my routine and my daily cigar seems permeate because of a single bench, in front of my house, definitely not a common bench in this moment.
Memories
never hurt me that much, but now I see his silhouette, as he was sitting there
last night, even knowing is just my imagination, is hurting me; looking at me,
wearing out my heart like a stone being drilled, because of his look.
How
he moved his hands while he was talking, he was showing me that insecure young
man, he was never apart from me. His breath and his calmness while he was talking,
although I was looking at his lips and face the way you look the unattainable
things, with repentance. I was looking at that bench the same way and
everything that evoked his presence.
While
I was imagining him there, seeing him talking, telling me that his life was not
very good and that he only wanted a hug. He didn´t know that with that hug he
was taking my soul and the little happiness that I still had.
He
was taking my breath away, like a storm that takes illusion’s people away. I
saw him part, accepting that he never belongs me and will never be mine.
So
keeping my way to my cigar I’m leaving him behind.
Hope
you enjoyed it.
Now, I have some questions for you:
1. Have you ever feel a flashback with the smell of something? what smell?
2. If you have the opportunity to travel to the past, where would you go?
3.Can you tell me something that reminds you of someone?
1. When I feel the smell of the wet earth or vegetation, immediately reminds of the village Girardota and the days I used to lived there.
ResponderEliminar2. I would go back to my childhood and see some beautiful days, specially the kind of light the morning used to have.
3.Whenever I see a beard it brings me the image of the proffesor Jean Paul.
Hello tatiana.
ResponderEliminar1. The smell of a perfume reminds me my grandmother and many others remind me my childhood.(camila)
2.When my grandmother was alive...
Hello Tatiana, how are you doing?
ResponderEliminar1. Hahahaha, yes of course, when it smells like fried fish, I immediately imagine myself eating that in front of the sea.
2. To my childhood, definitely I want to go back there.
3. My loneliness reminds me to my family, hahaha.