Memories

I find myself being pulled into some kind of rewinding memories. it starts off with me and Dom and then everything else is like it is being rewound, I can do nothing but wait till it stops.

I feel my body but it’s like I am trapped and no matter how hard I try to move or come back into the land of the conscious I can’t. But I caught a glimpse of Dom’s face just before everything started moving, he looked concerned and scared. So I guess he knew this was going to happen.

Finally, everything comes to a stop and the haze clouding everything becomes clearer and I can finally make out what everything is. It’s of Dominic as a child, he doesn’t look happy. He looks miserable and sad I see his facial expressions change quickly as someone approaches. It’s his Mother, the clack-clack of her high heels indicates she is on the warpath and her target is Dominic. He cowers a little when she stands directly in front of him, “Where have you been?”

“I didn’t want to attend the feast today” She tsks at