Lost

Jan 7th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

I’m tramping through the parking garage, briefcase in hand, searching, again, for my car. Stopping at a sign that says “Level 3”, with the word “Remember” under it. As if that’s an easy thing. As if by putting “Remember” there that will make me remember where the damned car is. First or second time maybe. But, after that, it’s like all those other things that you filter out and forget. The trick is to remember to remember, otherwise you’re lost.

As I am. Staggering up the parking ramp, wondering where all those things went that I can no longer find.

From Guest Contributor Mitchell Waldman

Mitchell’s fiction, poetry, and essays have appeared in numerous publications, including The MacGuffin, Fictive Dream, Corvus Review, The Waterhouse Review, Crack the Spine, The Houston Literary Review, The Faircloth Review, Epiphany, Wilderness House Literary Magazine, The Battered Suitcase, and many other magazines and anthologies. He is also the author of the novel, A Face in the Moon, and the story collection, Petty Offenses and Crimes of the Heart (originally published by Wind Publications), and serves as Fiction Editor for Blue Lake Review. (For more info, see his website at http://mitchwaldman.homestead.com).

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