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The amnesiac strolled down the sidewalks of Brooklyn, on his way home from getting groceries. His family would be waiting for him.
He went casually down a side-street shortcut, empty save for a glum faced young man crossing in the other direction.
The man glanced over, eyes sad, then did a double take, following the amnesiac’s progress for a moment before he grinned hugely and rushed across the street towards him.
“Thomas!” The man cried, flinging himself upon the very confused boy, who let out an undignified squawk and dropped his bags of groceries as he struggled to worm his way free, but the other was too excited to notice this.
“Oh my God Tommy, it’s you. It’s really you. You’re OK. Alice and I - God we’ve been so worried, and Dad's just - holy shit this is insane. I’m so sorry I lost you I mean, I - we – we thought you were dead man. Oh thank God you’re safe. We’ve got to get you home - to tell the others– ” he grabbed Tom’s hand to pull him away, but he wouldn’t budge. The man gave Thomas an odd look.
“Tommy? C’mon, let’s go.” He pleaded.
“Do I know you?” Thomas asked coldly.
All the color drained from the man's face. “What?” He croaked, smile strained, brow furrowed, “Tom, it’s - it's me – Keanne.” He gestured to himself.
“How do you know my name?” Thomas demanded.
The man's face darkened. “I’m Keanne.” He snapped, scowling when Thomas still showed no signs of recognition. “Your brother? Of course I know your name Tommy. What the hell’s wrong with you?” Thomas just glared at him, arms folded. “Snap out of it Thomas, this isn’t funny anymore.” He just seemed scared now, and maybe a little lost. Comprehension dawned. “Don’t you – you do know me right?” Keanne whispered, pleading etched on his face.
Thomas shook his head slowly, “You’ve got the wrong guy. I don’t have a brother – just my sister and Abby.”
Keanne’s face fell, and for an instant there was a trace of something broken in his features. But then he smiled, and the look was gone. "Oh.” He said at last, “I’m sorry for that. I just – you look just like my little brother, Thomas. Sorry if I freaked you out.”
“Yeah.” Thomas managed to say past the lump in his throat.
“Man - I've never done that before. But hey – you’ve got the same first name – what are the odds right?” he laughed mirthlessly, “what’s your last name anyways?”
“Reaver.” He said without thinking.
The effect of these words on the other boy was astronomical. He blinked and took a half-step back before recovering, “wow.” He said, visibly stunned, “umm. . . that’s weird.”
“What’s weird?” Tom asked.
"That's my name. Keanne Reaver. You sure we haven't met?” Keanne asked, eyes narrowed.
Thomas bit his lip – how could he respond to that? That no, he couldn’t be sure if they'd met. Tell the guy that he couldn’t remember anything about his life before three years ago. How, for all he knew, they could be related. “What happened to your little brother?” he said at last.
Keanne blinked, “he, uhh he went missing - three years ago now. One minute he was walking behind me on our way to school, next thing he was gone. Been looking for him every since. He would’ve been 15 now.”
“Oh.” Tom said awkwardly, mind racing. Keanne's story matched his own disappearance almost perfectly. He rubbed his scarred palm absently. “Um. . . I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter anyways.” Keanne said quickly, "you’ve got parents. So, you couldn’t be him.” He said with a dismissive gesture.
“No, just Abby." Tom said, unsure why he wanted this man’s approval. “I’m adopted.” He confessed, seeing Keanne’s curious look.
Keanne’s quickly squashed look of hope was enough to make Tom hate himself for saying that. Keanne stared at him “you’re absolutely sure you don’t recognize me?” He accused.
Thomas stared, searching desperately for some trace of familiarity in the man's features.
Nothing.
He had always thought that if he found his real family, he’d know. Perhaps he’d been wrong.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He said at last, stooping to pick up his bag from the pavement. “I’m sorry I couldn't help you more. But I’ve got to get these groceries home to Abby.”
“It’s cool man.” Keanne smiled wanly, and Thomas turned to go. “Actually - Wait!” Keanne called after him. “Let me give you my cell number – y’know – just in case.” He fumbled in his pocket for a sharpie and grabbing Thomas’ palm to write on. Keanne froze, “what the . . .”
Thomas yanked his hand away, but it was too late to prevent the look of horror etched on Keanne’s face at the sight of the words cut into his skin. “I have to go.” Tom said stiffly, turning and walking rapidly away.
Keanne unfroze, “Hey – wait!”
“Don’t come after me.” Thomas cast over his shoulder, clenching his right fist, where he had taken a scalpel to his flesh so that he would never forget who he was again: My name is Thomas Reaver.
And the amnesiac hurried away, oblivious to his brother staring back at him.
He went casually down a side-street shortcut, empty save for a glum faced young man crossing in the other direction.
The man glanced over, eyes sad, then did a double take, following the amnesiac’s progress for a moment before he grinned hugely and rushed across the street towards him.
“Thomas!” The man cried, flinging himself upon the very confused boy, who let out an undignified squawk and dropped his bags of groceries as he struggled to worm his way free, but the other was too excited to notice this.
“Oh my God Tommy, it’s you. It’s really you. You’re OK. Alice and I - God we’ve been so worried, and Dad's just - holy shit this is insane. I’m so sorry I lost you I mean, I - we – we thought you were dead man. Oh thank God you’re safe. We’ve got to get you home - to tell the others– ” he grabbed Tom’s hand to pull him away, but he wouldn’t budge. The man gave Thomas an odd look.
“Tommy? C’mon, let’s go.” He pleaded.
“Do I know you?” Thomas asked coldly.
All the color drained from the man's face. “What?” He croaked, smile strained, brow furrowed, “Tom, it’s - it's me – Keanne.” He gestured to himself.
“How do you know my name?” Thomas demanded.
The man's face darkened. “I’m Keanne.” He snapped, scowling when Thomas still showed no signs of recognition. “Your brother? Of course I know your name Tommy. What the hell’s wrong with you?” Thomas just glared at him, arms folded. “Snap out of it Thomas, this isn’t funny anymore.” He just seemed scared now, and maybe a little lost. Comprehension dawned. “Don’t you – you do know me right?” Keanne whispered, pleading etched on his face.
Thomas shook his head slowly, “You’ve got the wrong guy. I don’t have a brother – just my sister and Abby.”
Keanne’s face fell, and for an instant there was a trace of something broken in his features. But then he smiled, and the look was gone. "Oh.” He said at last, “I’m sorry for that. I just – you look just like my little brother, Thomas. Sorry if I freaked you out.”
“Yeah.” Thomas managed to say past the lump in his throat.
“Man - I've never done that before. But hey – you’ve got the same first name – what are the odds right?” he laughed mirthlessly, “what’s your last name anyways?”
“Reaver.” He said without thinking.
The effect of these words on the other boy was astronomical. He blinked and took a half-step back before recovering, “wow.” He said, visibly stunned, “umm. . . that’s weird.”
“What’s weird?” Tom asked.
"That's my name. Keanne Reaver. You sure we haven't met?” Keanne asked, eyes narrowed.
Thomas bit his lip – how could he respond to that? That no, he couldn’t be sure if they'd met. Tell the guy that he couldn’t remember anything about his life before three years ago. How, for all he knew, they could be related. “What happened to your little brother?” he said at last.
Keanne blinked, “he, uhh he went missing - three years ago now. One minute he was walking behind me on our way to school, next thing he was gone. Been looking for him every since. He would’ve been 15 now.”
“Oh.” Tom said awkwardly, mind racing. Keanne's story matched his own disappearance almost perfectly. He rubbed his scarred palm absently. “Um. . . I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter anyways.” Keanne said quickly, "you’ve got parents. So, you couldn’t be him.” He said with a dismissive gesture.
“No, just Abby." Tom said, unsure why he wanted this man’s approval. “I’m adopted.” He confessed, seeing Keanne’s curious look.
Keanne’s quickly squashed look of hope was enough to make Tom hate himself for saying that. Keanne stared at him “you’re absolutely sure you don’t recognize me?” He accused.
Thomas stared, searching desperately for some trace of familiarity in the man's features.
Nothing.
He had always thought that if he found his real family, he’d know. Perhaps he’d been wrong.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He said at last, stooping to pick up his bag from the pavement. “I’m sorry I couldn't help you more. But I’ve got to get these groceries home to Abby.”
“It’s cool man.” Keanne smiled wanly, and Thomas turned to go. “Actually - Wait!” Keanne called after him. “Let me give you my cell number – y’know – just in case.” He fumbled in his pocket for a sharpie and grabbing Thomas’ palm to write on. Keanne froze, “what the . . .”
Thomas yanked his hand away, but it was too late to prevent the look of horror etched on Keanne’s face at the sight of the words cut into his skin. “I have to go.” Tom said stiffly, turning and walking rapidly away.
Keanne unfroze, “Hey – wait!”
“Don’t come after me.” Thomas cast over his shoulder, clenching his right fist, where he had taken a scalpel to his flesh so that he would never forget who he was again: My name is Thomas Reaver.
And the amnesiac hurried away, oblivious to his brother staring back at him.
Literature
100 Writing Prompts
1. The love that you give
2. Life is a journey
3. Rustling leaves
4. The clank of glassware
5. Remembrance
6. Homage
7. When we began
8. Reasons
9. Bad Times
10. Doing what has to be done.
11. Forever
12. The stars above
13. Guitar
14. Penny
15. Large Shirt
16. Towel
17. Heaven
18. Gaze
19. Heart Strings
20. Prayer
21. Post-Its
22. Graduation
23. Longing
24. Bread
25. Shout
26. Climb
27. Jar
28. Antiseptic
29. Sickness
30. Snow Globe
31. Golden Microphone
32. Phonograph
33. Bandanna
34. "For as long as you live."
35. Plastic
36. Escalator
37. Leather Jackets
38. Grease
39. Cord
40. Cup
41. Solar Powered
Literature
A List of 130 Prompts
1. Excitement
2. Temptation
3. Inside
4. Mama’s Boy
5. Daddy’s Girl
6. Out of Character
7. Shouldn’t Have Survived
8. Stand Alone
9. Make You Proud
10. Who Am I?
11. Not Like You
12. Second Chance
13. Nonbeliever
14. Minion
15. Mother and Daughter
16. Father and Son
17. Shadow
18. Blame
19. Open Your Eyes
20. Little Wonders
21. Grudge
22. Hate That I Love You
23. Something to Say
24. Teaming Up
25. My Life, Your Death
26. That Was Then
27. Fight or Flight?
28. Solo
29. Fatal Mistake
30. Gaining the Upper Hand
31. Why Me?
32. Looking Back
33. Prisoner
34. Hesitation
35. Name
36. Frozen
37. Grooming
38. Weakening
39. Sentry
40
Literature
100 Writing Prompts
100 Prompts
1. Beginnings
2. Middles
3. Ends
4. Insides
5. Outsides
6. Days
7. Weeks
8. Months
9. Years
10. No Time
11. Red
12. Orange
13. Yellow
14. Green
15. Blue
16. Purple
17. Brown
18. Black
19. White
20. Grey
21. Colourless
22. Friends
23. Enemies
24. Lovers
25. Family
26. Strangers
27. Parents
28. Children
29. Birth
30. Life
31. Death
32. Too Much
33. Not Enough
34. Smell
35. Sound
36. Touch
37. Taste
38. Sight
39. Shapes
40. Seasons
41. Rain
42. Snow
43. Storm
44. Wind
45. Choices
46. Home
47. Light
48. Dark
49. Breathe Again
50. Memory
51. Insanity
52. Misfortune
53. Smile
54. Sil
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Day 70: Forget
Another exerpt from the novel I'm working on. This one has my main character, Thomas, who has previously appeared in several prompts, including 'Magic', 'Adventure', and 'Danger'. They are not required to read this story though. Please enjoy, and all comments are appreciated.
Thanks,
- Earthion
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