Taken Memories_An unusual prophecy_Sickly Sweet_Our Affliction or (Memory in Prospective)
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Taken Memories
They said I would be disoriented. That the present and past would be lumped together and pureed into a mixture of confusion and deliria. At least I think. I can’t quite remember anything clearly anymore.“Darling Breanna dear.” People in ironed white coats wave their hands in fronwww.onedoor.cct of me, vying for my attention. I am not stupid. I can see, I just don’t want to. They can stay in the blur that was my peripheral, the white wall was the only constant in the blend of reality.1,2,3,4、 They ask me to count. It is not algebra I struggle with. Numbers make sense, exist in a separate area of the brain fr...
An unusual prophecy
It was the dark of a wintry January night in the coastal village of Sulanguri. Maya returned from the kitchen in the back of the house to find Supti in labor, in the bedroom. She immediately sent word for the midwife and the expectant father Hari. The former arrived in half an hour from a hut in the next lane, the latter in one hour from a house in the next village where he had been teaching and fishing. It was well past midnight when a girl entered the world. Maya sent for the priest the next morning. The priest came, a short, plump man with a rotund belly and an air of importance about himse...
Sickly Sweet
The music was pounding, and Jason already had a headache. He kept the smile on his face, knowing that he couldn’t be seen to be grumpy, not today of all days. Everyone else in the room was grinning, a whole host of rictus skulls in various states of inebriation. The group bobbed along to the music, shaking the floor ever so slightly out of time with the bass from the speakers, as though the dancers were fighting the band.And there, no longer in the centre of the crowd but still orbited like the sun, was his sister Carol. The ridiculously long white dress puffed out from her waist, making her l...
Our Affliction or (Memory in Prospective)
George, This is your father. I am writing to you when I am 25 years old, but, in some respects, I had been writing this letter since I was the age you will be when your mother and I will die, according to my journal. When I had first started writing this letter at age 5, I had correctly guessed that I would be writing this letter when I am much older. Despite this, I had made a few attempts at writing this letter earlier, but the words did not come then as they do now, just a few days after you’re born.The reason I am writing this letter is to prepare you for the affliction that you and I have...