THE MEMORY OF FIONA LOOMIS

My head hurts. Behind my eyes, deep inside. I can hardly think. I can hardly breathe.

We were out in the road, you and I. Isn’t that right? And I kissed you, didn’t I? Or did you kiss me? And the air was spinning. Was there snow? Yes, there was. The snow was spinning, and I was drawing pictures in the snow on the road. You were telling me to get away from my uncle. I was telling you to get away from Charlie.

Now you’re telling me it’s almost eight weeks later?

This doesn’t make any sense. This … It’s like you’re saying I’m in Thessaly, but this isn’t really Thessaly. This is some weird other version of it. Some version where I don’t belong. But you are here and Keri is here and this sure looks like your room.

Where’s the poster with the bikini babe? Prudence, right? That’s what we call her. Did you take it down? I hope you did. I’m glad, because it was a stupid poster. It didn’t belong here.

I belong here, don’t I? I’m supposed to be here, aren’t I?

I need water. Do you have water?

God, it’s like this isn’t anything like a dream, but this isn’t anything like the real world. What did…? Someone did something to me. To my memories. To be … To be … To be …

I saw a flamingo. Or was it a heron? A big bird. A strange beak. I remember that. And a hammock. Ice cream. Lots of ice cream.

And eyes. Big eyes staring at me.

It’s so cold here. Is it always this cold?

Keri, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. But you look younger. Both of you. Is it that I got older? I know you showed me the newspaper with the date and all that, but how could the year almost be over? There hasn’t been Thanksgiving. There hasn’t been Christmas. There hasn’t …

Why are you looking at me like that? Are you sad? Are you … I’m not sure I want to do this anymore. Turn off the tape.

Now. Now!