Fiction | Fantasy
The Flood of Forgotten Memories
Can memories save the world?
It started out as a normal day for me. Coffee to wake me up, shower, and dress. I fed Fred and Wilma, the two cats that adopted me at my last apartment, then I got on my bicycle and started the twenty-minute ride to work.
Then I got a flat tire. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. I’d be a little late but I could walk. After sending my boss a quick text explaining the situation, I started the slow walk, dragging my limping bike with me, to the town center where I worked a boring job as an accounting assistant. Not an accountant, I didn’t complete my degree program, just an assistant.
The man came out of nowhere.
I’d been looking where I was going, looking around too, so when I say he came out of nowhere, I mean out of thin air.
He materialized before my eyes.
I blinked because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There wasn’t anyone on the surrounding street, no cars passing by, no people, not even birds in the sky.
Looking around frantically, the man seemed to be satisfied there was no one close enough to see or hear. He moved quickly, grabbing my arms and rattling the bike in my hands in the process as he shook me. “Look at me, look…
