Aug 25, 2018

The Memory A Nightmare, Chapter One

The upturned nose came bobbing through a field of daisies created a long time before the girl.

The second thing I remembered was the bird.  An owl, possibly, something squat, slightly predatory, definitely out of place, as was the girl.

I finished my espresso and grimaced as it went down, keeping my gaze on the girl. And the bird.

The only other recurring memory I have from that time is that of water dripping.  Amazing acoustics, really, for such an annoying sound.  The tempo kept me alive now that I think about it.

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