For this one, you must gain enough clues to restore your memory.
NORTH (any gender, mid teens through late life)
"North." Something about North. That's what I remember. That's all I remember. When ever I try to remember anything else--
[hiss and clutch head]
God. That fucking stings.
North, north, north, north, north. Okay, better. Better.
Mister, can you tell me what is North? Anything that you know about that direction. Anything that word means to you. Because I can see that you know something. And I'm not letting you out of this car until you tell me. No. I'm not letting you go and live. Not until you share some peace of mind with me. You'd want to do that anyway, wouldn't you? Give somebody some water if you had some?
When I look into your eyes I see the word "North."
Now I see... tears.
Yes. That's a start.
You know.
Don't you?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"
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