Found at the bottom of some stairs (apparently)
There’s nothing more terrifying than waking up in a silent ward without any recollection of how you got there. It’s a natural instinct to stumble free of the starched sheets and stagger off down the corridors, trying every door. That’s what I did anyway
‘At the bottom of some stairs,’ said the doctor when I asked where I was found. ‘Don’t be too hard on yourself, love. We all make mistakes.’
But what was mine? Two pathetic glasses of wine?
Sketchy memories were one thing but total memory loss was another. Twenty years on and I’ve still no idea what happened.
Written for Friday Fictioneers
sad….
Randy
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I feel I can relate! 🙂
Lily
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It’s kind of based on fact, Lily 😁
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Love this. So intriguing.
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Thanks 😄
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Very creative take on the prompt and so very thought provoking.
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Thanks!
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Dear Maryruth,
What a frightening way to wake up and then never to recover the memories. Well done and welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. Really nice to be here.. Looking forward to reading everyone’s stories 😄
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Memories are so valuable, I hope she finds her diarys and her memoirs.
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Me too, Michael! 😊
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