Not quite 2,000 words of odd musings into the nature of memory and identity. I've read it over and it's disturbing. I can't tell if I like it or not. Hell, I have no idea if it's any good.
But it's a complete story with an end, which is more than I can say for the last short story I tried to write, that completely bombed with my critique group.
I sent it to my first, most trusted reader: my husband. Lets see what he makes of it.
Oh, and it was inspired by this on NPR: e-memory and you.
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