What? – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

The Friday Fictioneers is a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The task of the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Reciprocation is the life of this challenge!

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What?

I remember walking with you through the narrow streets of the old city, holding hands, window-shopping and dreaming of our life together. Those were the happiest days of my life.

Huh? What did I just say?

I’m in a café and feel happy. Someone is sitting beside me. Who is that? Do I know him?

I see images of people floating through my mind and my heart is heavy. Who are these people?

I’m hooked up to a machine. Monsters sit at my bedside and recite my memories.

Are they really mine?

Are they stealing them?

Why?

Who am I?

(100 words)


45 thoughts on “What? – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

  1. Intriguing! Could go anywhere. Did make me think of all those people who have been in Intensive Care. Psychosis and delusions are not uncommon I’ve heard – partly all the drugs they pump into you.

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  2. You’ve evocatively described how it must feel after a stroke or the during the decent into dementia. A friend is recovering from a stroke/brain bleed — I wonder if that’s how she felt when she was brought out of her medically induced comma? She is recovering; small steps on a long road.

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    1. Thank you Lorraine. I’m glad your friend is recovering. My stepmother had a severe stroke and never recovered fully. She was a different person and her old personality only surfaced on occasion. But the oldest memories from her youth were the most vivid.

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      1. My friend’s personality is returning. She still has cognitive and motor skills deficits to regain, if possible. Her physical and occupational therapy has been stopped (sadly due to $), but she continues to receive speech therapy which is helping her in many areas.
        My mother’s stroke mostly effected her personality, intensifying many of her quirks. I called her “my other mother.” She also developed dementia, further altering who she was and how and what she remembered.

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    1. Thank you Rochelle. In my (as usual) uncut and >200 words version, the Alien aspect was clear. But the more unnecessary stuff I cut out, the more it became a more general story about memory loss.

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  3. Ohhh, been there. So very confusing life is when you don’t remember anything or anyone. I don’t wish that experience on anyone. Living life without the precious memories is H – A – R – D!

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