A story about memory
The pier and the green Vespa.
Decades ago, she had walked this same seaside pier with Mike, her first love.
Now she was back with her sister Jackie, sharing fish and chips and talking about old times.
Then a green Vespa pulled up across the road.
For one second, her heart missed a beat.
Mike?
The rider removed his helmet.
It wasn’t him.
Jackie smiled. ‘Do you remember the pillar?’
They walked down onto the sand and found the little heart they had left there all those years ago.
It was still there.
She touched the faded inscription and smiled.
‘I wonder how he’s doing. I hope he’s alright.’
Jackie looked at her.
‘Why don’t you leave him a little flare?’
A message tied to a memory, a place and a moment — left quietly in case, one day, the right person finds it.
That simple thought became Send a Flare.
