‘When the clock strikes one, all memories shall be extinguished!’, the shrill voice sliced through the air.
‘Right,’ he thought as his hand raced through the pages of the tattered diary. ’I’ve still got some time.’
‘Remember,remember,never forget, for if you cannot recall, you’re worth nothing at all!‘, the voice taunted.
His eyes were flicking through the diary, his mind feverishly ticking off each precious memory that he had committed to paper. Loves,hopes,fears,and disappointments were all there. But there was something missing. Something elusive he couldn’t quite put his finger on… He racked his brain or what was left of it at least.
‘Could it be – ’
’Tik tok goes the clock,’ the voice hissed quietly, ‘soon your mind will be lost in the smog.’