A Misty Memory Novels & Stories

The mist had to travel to the very core of Suzanne’s consciousness to fully take over her body and soul. This time, it was presented with yet another memory. The mist saw a 9-year-old Suzanne sitting at the front porch of a house. She was crying. The mist felt Suzanne's pain. It was the feeling of abandonment. Her mother had left her. Suzanne cried uncontrollably as she wondered if she had done something wrong to anger her mother. The mist did not like this memory. It was full of sadness.

Issabella nodded slowly. “Fine.” The therapist adjusted her glasses slightly. “What’s the earliest memory you can clearly remember?” Issabella frowned thoughtfully. “The fire accident.” “The one before you lost your memory?” “Yes.” “How clear is the memory?” Issabella opened her mouth to answer, then paused. Actually, when she thought deeply about it, the memory felt strangely blurry around the edges. Not completely gone, but unclear.Like watching an old video through fog. Her headache immediately pulsed again. She winced softly.

Drawing memory. Every touch is a moment. Every line hums with sequence. I reach out and grip one. The battlefield. It vibrates violently under my palm. The musket crack echoes faintly. The fall attempts to initiate. I squeeze. “I remember you,” I say softly. The arc steadies. Memory without reenactment. I release it. It remains. No longer active. Just present. I step deeper. The house arc pulses warmly. Sunlight and linen and laughter shimmer along its thread.

He looked down to find his feet had disappeared into several inches of snow. “Who are you?” he asked, surprising not only himself, but the wolf and the woman as well. The wolf dropped to its belly and whined and the woman’s widened. Miles could see the that the whites of her eyes were like glass, a thin layer of ice keeping them open. She opened her mouth to speak and ice cracked over her lips as she did. “We’re your memories,” she said, her voice croaked. “And we’re your heart.” “What does that mean? You're just my subconscious, right?”