He stood inside the room, looking around and trying to recognize anything. They had told him to examine it, so maybe his memory would come back. Nothing was familiar. It was a girl’s room. Pink walls, dolls on shelves, and a dresser with a mirror. He opened the top drawer. There was a diary. The owner was Danielle Baker. Then, all came back rushing like a cold flood. The accident, the blood, the terrible agony at the hospital. His daughter was dead and he wasn’t. His soul sank in a bottomless darkness and he wished to lose all memory again.
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LaVerne Planden
27/4/2024 02:17:23 am
This was very real and very tough to comment on. Good story.
David Luna
27/4/2024 01:03:28 pm
Thank you very much for your comment, LaVerne. It was tough to write, especially since I'm a father of a beautiful girl.
Sue Clayton
28/4/2024 03:26:59 am
What a tragic way to regain the memory of a tragic accident.
David Luna
29/4/2024 04:59:03 pm
Yes. I've always thought losing one's child is the worst thing that could happen to a parent.
Judith W. Hughes
29/4/2024 07:12:56 pm
Yes. Well captured in every heartbreaking sense.
David Luna
3/5/2024 01:09:29 pm
Thank you. I think writing fiction is a great way to prepare for the worst, in a stoic sense. Comments are closed.
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