In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 240
Have I told you before I don’t like hypnotic amnesia? I think I did but, truth be told, I don’t know for sure so if I’m repeating myself, please forgive me.
I’ve always taken great pride in my memory, in my ability to recall details other people tend to forget and the idea of not remembering things, even if only as part of a mental game of sorts, freaks me out a bit. Writing about it can be fun because it’s just fiction in the end but going through it doesn’t sit well with me at all.
As of late, my memory seems to be betraying me more than it should. No longer do I have a clear grasp of everything and certain ideas and events appear blurred and indistinct. I really don’t like it because it affects my enjoyment of things and I already have enough trouble enjoying them every now and then but I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles for now. As long as I don’t forget to write, as long as I can maintain a bit of creative flair going on, I have to believe everything else will come together eventually.
Today’s entry is a slightly humorous one. I hope you enjoy it. Until tomorrow.
“Damn it!” Clark vociferated.
“Relax,” Theresa suggested. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I know you did something to me last night, but I can’t remember what it was.”
“How do you know it happened then?”
“Gut feeling. Also… why are my feet killing me?”
“Who knows?” She smirked.
Her high-heeled boots definitely looked good on him.