Memory Services


There I was in large lift  and suddenly  I arrived at a floor  I had never been  before  …ironically it seemed like  an interstitial space  a gap between the essential organs  of the building …how could  memory services  be  overlooked … i peered down  the corridor ….the floor was littered  with  photographs  and scraps of paper   ….  a low light  flickered  … the distance i could here snippets of familiar conversations  from some time ago …. even odder i thought for a moment  i saw my old irish teacher galloping after a young man screaming …. the mind can play tricks on you …. smell  long forgotten  reached my olafactory organ…. gosh  calaomine lotion  who would have  thought  and i was still in the lift …. the carpet was just like the one  in the entrance to …just then i was tapped on the shoulder…”forgotten something youngman ?…. I am not sure …..perhaps …..just a voice hollered oconnell your late…. i was ushered to a door that read RECALL … now sweating hand reached for the handle and pushed forward…. a silohetted head declared if memoried serves right this this is your first recall ….i dont know i can barely remember how i got here …”..exactly hence a recall “. Lets have a look at your file ..ahh yes your the fella messing with memories ….. we cant be having that ……

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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