She was scanning through the crowd, lost as usual when she noticed the stranger. He reminded her of him; the one that she had always wanted to forget. But try as hard as she may, the memories always came back. She had filled her empty heart with layers of memories above his. She had once called him 'her Sun' and now couldn't help wondering perhaps if that was the reason his memories seemed to flare through the layers with scorching heat.
P.S. This is in response to 'Lillie McFerrin Writes' five sentence fiction 'Scorching'. A little late I would say, but better late than never !
P.P.S. I know I have been away from blogging for a long while now. Hopefully the dry run has ended.