Written on 5 November 2018
Remember the 5th of November.
But what was it she was supposed to remember?
It wasn't anything to do with exploding London landmarks as far as she could remember.
Though that would be pretty. . . No that. . . .
Was it something to do with the vet? Did she have a dog?
The front door was open. Was she supposed to close it?
All the flashes were happening, perhaps outside, perhaps here on the living room floor. And yet, the door was open and it was only her around.
She was cold.
Was she supposed to remember to wear a jacket?
Her head hurt.
Was she supposed to be bleeding?
Where was the dog? She was sure she had a dog.
Why couldn't she move?
What are those flashes?
Flash, flash, flash, it’s not. . .
What was it she was supposed to remember?
Why did her head hurt?
The flashes have stopped. Dark.