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(State-of-Confusion by Elliottt Klein)
She awakened slowly, feeling as if she had been sleeping for a very long time. Opening her eyes, she surveyed the room, and was overtaken by a wave of confusion. Nothing looked familiar.  "Where am I?" She demanded of the man standing next to her bed.

"Darling, you are home", he said, looking concerned.  "Don't you remember slipping on the ice?  You took a really bad fall and hit your head, and you've been drifting in and out of sleep for the last two days. It was a bad concussion, but the doctor says you're going to be ok."

She didn't recall any of that, or this bedroom, or the man who was calling her Darling. "Who are you?" she asked, her sense of panic rising.  Then she realized that she couldn't remember her own name, and a look of terror filled her eyes.

"It's ok, Darling", the man said in a soothing voice. "The doctor said it may take some time for the swelling and bruising to reside and that's probably what has your memory a little fuzzy.  You just rest, and I'll go fix you something to eat." 

She had to get out of here, had to get away; had to find her home, wherever that was. As soon as the man left the room, she bolted out of bed.  Grabbing the quilt, she wrapped it around her shoulders and slipped out the French doors onto the patio, running across it in her bare feet, heart pounding and head throbbing in pain.

John reentered the room to find the patio doors hanging wide open and his wife gone.  Dropping the tray of food on the bed, he ran outside calling her name... realizing as he did so that since she didn't even know her name and was clearly afraid, she would probably hide from him and not respond to his voice.  Her state of discombobulation had just entered the realm of terror for them both.

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This post is linked up at Two Shoes Tuesday
where the prompt this week is "discombobulated".

20 comments:

  1. It's hard to imagine what it would be like to suffer from amnesia, although this post kinda gives us a good idea. Nice job!

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    1. Hi Dan! Nice to see you stopping by. My thoughts were on how terrifying it would be to remember nothing and have no idea who anyone is, including yourself. It puts you totally at the mercy of others and you don't know if they are good guys or bad guys!

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  2. What a great scenario you have painted here. If her state of memory loss and confusion is so acute she should still be in hospital with John bringing in photos of them together!

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    1. I think that her physician and husband were not expecting the memory loss, Old Egg, or surely other measures would hve been taken. Can you imagine how scary it would be to wake up without your memory? It makes me shudder to think of it!

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  3. Ooooohhhhh.... I want more... what's the rest of the story....

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    1. This one definitely leaves much to be told, Louise, but being the eternal optimist, I am believing that he found her, brought her safely home, and that her memory gradually returned. Still, I wonder what adventures ensued in the interim! Thanks for stopping by! :-)

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  4. Written like a Hitchcock thriller. Sheer terror.

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    1. It certainly would be, McGuffy Ann, particularly if they weren't expecting this situation and were clearly unprepared. Both partners would be terrified for their own reasons!

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  5. I'd like to think he found her too. I like happy endings.

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    1. We think alike Cheryl, stories are best when they work out in a way that leaves us smiling. Real life has enough sad stories of it's own (though I've been known to craft a few from the dark side too :-)

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  6. What a terrifying scenario, particularly for the wife, It think, if she is aware that she does not remember anything. You are quite good at these short fiction pieces - flash fiction? Is that what it's called?

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    1. Exactly, Carrie, as soon as she realizes that she doesn't even know who she is, she realizes what a dangerous situation she is in. This man could be anybody, and have an evil intent instead of a good one. We know who he is, but she doesn't, she has good reason to be afraid, and she obviously isn't thinking clearly yet, having run off in barefeet and a blanket!

      I just refer to them as short stories because flash fiction seems to have so many differing guidelines. Does exact word count matter? I don't bother to count, I just write. The only counting I do is five sentences for Five Sentence Fiction (using the grammatical definition of a sentence rather loosely, as I do in all my blogging, intentionally and otherwise! LOL Nice to see you out and around, I know school will soon have you back in it's grasp!

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  7. What a great idea to get rid of a difficult husband...

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    1. Ahhh, you have a point there, Shimon...it just might work! :-)

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  8. This is such a scary story in that it is true. Somewhere out there, this is or has happened. I just have to talk to my mom and know it.

    Great piece, Josie!

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    1. Yes, this could and does happen, people wake up with no memory at all, sometimes it returns, sometimes not. My identity is so important to me that I can't imagine what that would be like! Thanks for stopping by, Elsie!

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  9. Ha! I was just thinking the same thing as ShimonZ. She made a run for it toward a new life perhaps!

    Whatever the outcome, this story reeled me in from the start. Nicely done, Josie! Look forward to more of your stories. =-)

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    1. Thank you Alex, I new insights into my stories, things I didn't even consider until suggested! That's the fun of blogging them. I'm looking forward to more of yours too!

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  10. Josie, this was amazing. That moment of realizing that, even if he called her name, she wouldn't recognize it. Great call on the "discombobulated" theme, as well as the pic on the first page of your blog. You are very talented on the prose front, Josie! Peace, Amy

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    1. Thank you Amy! I find that when I write a short story, I realize new facets of it as I write and revise, and also in seeing it thru other reader's eyes. It wasn't until she had run outside that hearing someone call out was only going to add to her confusion and fear if she wasn't even sure about her real name. She had every reason to be terrified! Thank you so much for all your encouraging comments that spur me on!

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