The Memory Hall

It was Alex’s seventeenth visit to the Hall Of Memories, and the clerk nodded a greeting as he went in.

Above each door, he read the lost memory inside. ‘That cute girl who smiled at you on the tube.’ ‘The ‘lion’ joke everyone laughed at.’

Good ones, of course. You remembered embarrassing stuff far longer.

That was why most people came here. To be reminded of things going well.

But not him. He was looking for a door crowned by just one word.

Sarah. When he saw that, he’d know she was finally gone. Then, he could stop coming back.