A Piece of Memory

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
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