This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end using the picture prompt below.
His prognosis had been a devastating blow. The concussions Ben had received during the bombing had left him without any memory. The doctors had tried just about every treatment to recover even a tiny portion of his life before the war. So far nothing had worked.
His brother had an idea. He did a goggle search and found it. Working with the museum curator they wheeled the piece of art to his bedside.
Ben’s eyes suddenly went wide. “That’s my bike!” Ben yelled.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Captured that well, you did. I’ve had many such moments as something triggers a memory. Doc says they’re all there, just my brain won’t access them. Like a flash drive without a port to plug into.
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Same here!
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What a lovely story. I’ve read that things people loved to do can jog the memory.
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Something precious to jog his memory.
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Amnesia is the worst. A lovely story though.
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Funny how the memory works. Great take.
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A caring brother. What a lovely thing to do.
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We all need touchstones from the past, sometimes. Ben the more so!
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I could see where a young guy could get quite attached to a bike like that. Great story, Danny. I’m glad his brother cared enough to find a way to reach him.
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