A PIECE OF MEMORYPosted on March 6, 2017 by http://billyraychitwood.com under flash fiction, Memories, Thoughts
A Piece of Memory The flashlight fell from my feeble fingers into the fast- moving current of Campers Creek. In the moonless darkness, my body trembled with the awful cold and uncertainty of the moment. Uncertainty? How did I know this was Campers Creek? I was here with my club-footed cousin so many years ago…why do I remember that piece of my past and not this part of my present? Why did I have a flashlight? How did I get to the middle of this fifty-yard wide swirl of water? Why am I here? Why do I hear faint screams in my ears that sound demonic – and, yet, somehow familiar? What is my name? I can’t think of who I am! Who do I know? I was here with my club-footed cousin so many years ago…why do I remember that piece of my past and not this part of my present? Did I just say that? Why do I not know where to go? Who is the woman whose image keeps flashing before me? What do I do? My God! Has the world gone mad? Flash Fiction by: Billy Ray Chitwood – 3/6/17 Please visit my Website, preview my 14 books, reads some book reviews and author comments: http://billyraychitwood.com Please follow me on: http://twitter.com/brchitwood
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