Sunday is the beginning of another weekly invitation from Alastair to open our imagination and tell the world what we see in his photo prompt. There is always several rich stories that flow from this interesting photographic offering. If you fancy a short adventure add your 200 words or less and join the fray.
Rapid breathing preceded a gasping exclamation of frustration. Daniel Terry groaned as he clamped both hands on the side of his still aching head. Forty two hours after the bright red sports car said to be his careened off the winding mountain road and rolled too many times to count he was still nestled in this hospital bed with no idea if he really was who everyone said he was. Amnesia. The doctor said, but he only heard of that in movies and television shows. He never had encountered anyone with the affliction in the real world.
“Tell me what you see,” Shelley pleaded. She was declaring to be his wife, but Daniel felt no attraction the woman.
“I see snatches of some things. I see part of a highway, maybe a reflection of a building or perhaps a sign.”
“We’ll just give it time. I will wait as long as it takes,” she said caressing his hand.
Daniel wasn’t sure if he wanted to feel something for her or not. What he desperately wanted to remember is if he needed a new start to his life.