Serial MemoriesThe leaves of the mighty oak swayed with the wind as I clung to its trunk, my feet touching the dirt and roots beneath me. My nails were scratching at the bark as I looked behind me into the forest, my vision distorted from dehydration. I tripped past the tree’s roots as my body burst through the edge of the forest and I stumbled, unknowingly, onto a road. The sound of swerving tires filled my ears; I heard a person screaming at me and into their phone. Time passed and an ambulance siren carried me to a hospital. Then everything faded to white.More Like This
“Is that all?” I turned my head towards a man’s voice, watching him jot down notes furiously.
“Yes,” I swallowed before biting my lip, as if to provoke a further thought.
Why can’t I remember? What is stopping me from unlocking the past? It was always like this, the same, day after day. The doctors picked the same tired questions that never improved my memory. For two years they have been trying. They