MommyofEli2013
I wrote this story in 2012 for a creative writing college class. It is pretty long, so I thought I would share it in parts. Hope you enjoy!
He held the camera in his hands, looking through the images it stored. The only problem was he did not remember any of the people in the photographs. There were pictures of his wife, children, and buddies from work. There was also a photo of him, and he had no idea who it was.
The man, Anderson Williams did not have a bad memory, he had amnesia. Anderson panicked when he realized he did not remember anything. At first he thought maybe something was wrong with his brain. This man was middle age, with blue eyes and graying hair. Anderson had gained an abundance of wealth in his lucrative trucking business that he started with his best friend Jason. The two men were dorm mates in college and have been best buddies ever since.
“Ring ring,” suddenly the phone rang. It took Anderson a while to answer because he couldn’t remember where his own telephone was placed in his apartment. Finally he arrived in the kitchen, finding the telephone that stopped ringing by the time he got there. Luckily the caller left a voicemail.
“Andy that was one wild night man, I didn’t know you had it in you,” the caller said, “let’s do it again soon!”
Anderson wondered what had gone on the night before that was so wild. He also questioned if it lead to this loss of his memory. Not to mention, who was on the other end of the phone? Could his amnesia have happened over night, or was he so out of it that he had been a stranger for some time? He only hoped the days ahead would bring answers to his multitude of questions.
“Think man…..think,” he said out loud to himself, “got to find out first who you are.”
Anderson went on a search around the apartment for any clues as to his own identity. He rummaged through drawers, boxes, and even looked under furniture. In one of the pockets of his nice sports jacket he wore quite frequently to work he found a wallet. Inside the wallet he found some money – a lot of money actually—credit cards, and a driver’s license.
Anderson J. Williams was the name on the ID. He looked in the mirror and tried to decide if it was his wallet. The picture resembled him quite accurately, except he looked a few years younger. Anderson felt content in the fact that he knew at least who he was. Now he just needed to figure out who the other people in the photos were, and how he lost his memory……….
Part 2 coming soon
Nice. Can’t wait to read the rest
What a fantastic story, I like some of the others read part two first. I began reading and thought you were doing a book review. About after the first chapter I scanned down to see if I could find the name of the book and then went to the first post. You write very well lady! I can’t wait for more. So much talent in your little family.
I happen to read part 2 first. Now I can’t wait for part 3. 🙂 nice work
I like it. Looking forward to the next part
This is awesome, well written. I would love to read more of your writings!
Good story it can come back
Thank you!
I enjoyed reading this story actually. Thanks for sharing it Courtney!
Thank you, I hope part 2 and 3 will do just as well!
What is really sad is that my mother lost most of her short-term memory before she passed away. My aunt would go over and do her hair. A few hours later, my sister would stop by and check on her. Mom would remember having someone do her hair, but wouldn’t remember who it was. Yet, if anyone spoke to her of an event that happened 20 years in the past, she had tremendous memories and could bring up points they’d forgotten.
I am sorry to hear that. That must have been a hard time to go through.
It was, but her death was harder to go through. She was greatly loved by just about everyone who knew her and we all still miss her a lot, though it happened back in 2007.
good
Sometimes we want to lose our memories. Forgetting some days, some events forever. Really like this story – can’t wait for the next part.
Your formatting is a bit wonky, by the way…
Thank you, I am glad you like it. That’s true that we do want to lose them sometimes.
And the format happened in publication, I had it way different when I published it. I’ll have to see if that can be fixed
No worries, it is carriage returns instead of line ends. Understood completely!
carriage return? Haven’t heard of that. Hopefully the next part will look like it’s supposed to.
sorry it is an old typewriter term. In the computer world we call them hard returns.
It’s a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing
Thank you, I will share part 2 soon 🙂