Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 21
We walked to the pier, which was bustling with activity. We strode past the arcade, hearing the cacophony of bells ringing and loud voices. Kids were running around screaming. All was right with their world.
The same couldn't be said for Kerri's world. It must be a terrible thing to not know who you are. You can remember how to drive a car, how to play the piano, how to cook a meal, but any recollection of your personal world is blocked. It's like a house that looks familiar, but when you peer through the window the place is empty.
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
5 comments add one below
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D.M. over 5 years ago
That last image is so perfect!
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
I agree with D.M. , really good imagery.
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Drew Martyn over 5 years ago
One of my favourite subjects, how a person feels and reacts when they dont kbow their own past. Supremely well dobe Christopher, this series is a must-read!
Oh and yes, i agree, the empty house image is superb. -
Drew Martyn over 5 years ago
Escuse spelin erruz, done on my phone ;)
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Thank you all so much for your attention and kind words. Very much appreciated. I second-guessed myself on that last line, thinking it was too simplistic a definition. I'm glad I overruled my own objections!
Drew, thanks to social media I've almost become oblivious to spelling, grammar and punctuation errors. Which makes it a tad more difficult when I'm proofreading my own work.
Thanks again, everyone.
