Lost Herself

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She shifted the photos around on her bedspread with a flat palm. All of them were snapshots of a childhood she did not remember.

A sense of hopelessness washed over her. She was disappointed in herself. Why couldn’t she remember?

She had studied all the minute details from the cars to the trees to the animals and even lampposts and swing sets. The people were strangers, the scenes were foreign. Only the smiles were genuine, smiles she’d never feel on the inside again.

They told her things they thought she should know, names, dates, relationships, but nothing that she NEEDED to know. What was her grandmother’s personality? Did she ever fight with them? Most importantly, what was SHE like?

Everyone seemed to treat her with undue kindness and kid gloves. They stepped in, shared too much, then stepped back, leaving her hanging. They gave cold stares when she reacted differently than before. Everything about her was wrong. She saw it in their eyes.

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  1. Avatar Robert Quick

    Stephen King has a quote on terror that divides into three parts- the gross out, horror, and terror with the last part being “when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute.”

    I think that your story qualifies. I’ve been in many situations where I didn’t remember somebody and they were justifiably hurt and angry. I couldn’t imagine if that was my family and all of those connections were just . . . gone. Truly terrifying. Great job!

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    I really wanted to give more details, but as it is, the basic idea is across. A friend read it and put a sci-fi twist in it. I may have to write that version next.

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