Today’s prompt: Write about a sound that takes you somewhere else.
My mother has a very distinctive sneeze. It’s loud and wet. I can remember her sneezing during a meditation ceremony at mosque once when I was a kid. Every time I hear her sneeze, which doesn’t happen often these days, I picture myself sitting on that red carpet next to my dad. We were on the gents side and she on the ladies.
You know, I’m not sure that the carpet was red.
Today’s prompt comes from Letters’ Lounge.
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