I can’t recall the accident. The night my car stalled on the tracks. Surfacing from a deep slumber, the doctor told me I had slept for nearly two months. I woke as a newborn. My mind a blank slate.
The people gathered gaze at me. They expect me to know them. I do not.
He walks into the room. Another person I’m supposed to know. He must have been someone special by the look in his eyes, a mixture of sadness and longing. He places roses in a vase on my nightstand.
I remember roses.
I remember loving him.
“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields. The challenge is to write a story, using only 100 words, in response to a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by our lovely host, Rochelle. It’s a lot of fun to join this fantastic and encouraging group of writers! If you would like to read other stories, visit HERE.