Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘And what did you see when you entered into the room?’
Opening his eyes, he got up from the recliner and walked to the
door, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s been a year, I don’t see how
these sessions are relevant for me returning to the force. I don’t remember
anything except a room covered in black substance, that’s it. Just fill the damn
form that says everything is good so I can go back to living.’ Flipping through her
notebook, she tears out the first page and hands it over to him. ‘You were gone for
thirteen days and when you returned to our town, you didn’t know your name. All
you talked about was a room and a woman that took you there. You said that
there is a plan for us, I need you to tell me what that meant.’ Crumbling
the page, he throws it on her table and exclaims, ‘I can’t!’
I want more of this. This could turn into a killer short story or novel.
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Some thinks, just don’t need explaining….
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Sometimes, things would only make sense to those who’d experienced it personally and firsthand, and, it’s, next to impossible, to make everybody else outside of oneself understand…
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