Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Same Time, Next Year ❯ Same Time, Next Year ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: My first 100-word attempt. With apologies to Neil Simon for stealing his title.

Same Time, Next Year

Memory is fiendishly cruel, whether it comes or whether it hides.

 

 

 

 

For some time now - more than days, less than weeks - he'd not been able to put his finger on it. Why can't I remember? It was on the tip of his mind, just out of reach, tantalizingly close.

 

And it was important - something he must recall before it was too late.

 

This morning he stood at the open shoji: the softly falling snow, the crisp smell of the trees, the color of the sky.

 

Oh … Oh, no … Now he remembered. He fell to one knee with the weight of the memory. Of winter. Of this particular winter's day.