That thing...

It was lunch time. We sat outside in the open air, around the table. A few laughs here and there. Good food, pleasant weather, good company. Soon enough the conversation steered to a different topic. I knew what was coming.

Uncomfortable? Yes, very much.

Oh god not that please, I earnestly wished. Each person at the table took turns, it would be me soon.

There was just one way out.

I excused myself from the table midway through lunch.

Some things are just not meant to be. I don't need no reminders, let alone anything that has to do with them memories.