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. almost 9 years ago
That last image is so perfect!
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Neville Hunt almost 9 years ago
I agree with D.M. , really good imagery.
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Christopher almost 9 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.
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VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
I like the comparison of the house and how painfully beautiful this drabble ended.
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Christopher almost 2 years ago
Thank you, Verity.
