Blog #7 - Clouded Thoughts

Over the next several weeks, Dorothy had a recurring feeling like she couldn’t remember pieces of her life. She knew her memories would come back to her, they always do, but that didn’t stop the sense that these memories were inevitably bad for her and for those around her.

As she was getting ready for school one day, she realized she could not find her most precious belonging: her camera. She always placed it next to her school bag the night before so that she’d be able to just grab it and go. Today, it wasn’t there and she had no idea where it could be.

“Mom, have you seen my camera?!” She frantically yelled to her mom who had fallen asleep in the living room the night before.

Her mom rustled awake, looking dazed and confused as she laid there on the couch. “What, Dorothy?”

“I can’t find my camera, Mom. Did you put it somewhere?”

Her mom shook her head ‘no,’ and proceeded to fall back into a deep sleep. Dorothy decided she’d have to go the day without it, and left the apartment to head to school.

As she was walking through the lobby on her way out, she saw Stephanie Greene watching her over the newspaper she was reading. What was that about?

Dorothy opened the lobby door, and as she stepped outside, an odd memory hit her like a brick. It was a scene of her leaving the Foxberry in the pitch black of the night, camera in hand with a bag over her shoulder. All she could remember from there were quick and purposeful foot steps away from the building. When was this memory from? And what could have taken place during the moments she still couldn’t remember?

For the rest of the day, Dorothy felt out of place and anxious, a constant fog clouding her thoughts.