Sunday July 9th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: the lost years.

Another relatively quiet day at work. Hot again, but not as bad as yesterday.

Stuck trying to catch up on posts again...

Mine:

Sun soaked days spent building sand castles at the water's edge. Ice cream in the shade. Running through sprinklers until baths before bed.

Collecting rainbow leaves, chasing them through the woods as fingers ache from the coming cold. Blanketed evenings in the company of books. Sleepovers with late night buttered popcorn and cheesy movies.

Hot chocolate breath fogging the air. Snowmen armies in the yard. Snowball fights creating both laughter and tears. Endless soup dinners with family and friends. Playing cards by candle light.

And then... nothing. No memories. Just a black gap, a yawning chasm with an unknowable bottom.

And then... working two jobs. Crippling debt. Collection agents. A new city every few months. Sleepless nights. Paranoia a steadfast companion, never leaving my side.

But... those missing years. What happened? Why can't I remember? Someone must know, surely. Someone must be able to shed light on that maddening darkness.

All I have to do is find them.