Joseph fell back, hands empty of the mallet and chisel used to strike the brass plaque from the sewer wall. The older man before him mirrored his seated pose, flickering between dark and nothing, until he settled to something between the two.
He looked familiar: wide green eyes, cleft chin, arching brows, silver-streaked dark hair.
Joseph cried out as memories of Bethany, Andrew, and Eloise gathered in a swarm around his head and flew toward the older man. He felt a snap, and muffling blankness.
“Oh dear!” the Scotsman sighed. He leaned back to catch and save the memories.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (06/27/2022): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about swarms. What could swarm? How does the swarm impact the people or place in your story? Is there something unusual about the swarm? Go where the prompt leads!