A picture of her trashed living room sprang full-blown into her memory. Her heart pounded loud enough to be heard in Texas.
Since Nate’s short-terms had taken a hike, and his long-terms held no hope, he sought out anything that kept him focused. And despite Pete’s concern, physical pain worked.
When Next We Meet (work in progress)
I gave my temple a memory-inducing rub. And presto! Another plan was called forth.
AJ, you’ll never forget what you saw today. That picture of Bret will be etched in your memory for the rest of your life, like Mike’s face is in mine.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
Wet tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered the young woman who had been crowned Prom Queen and won local pageants.
Not a dream, but a rusty, old memory pushing at the edges of her subconscious, until finally, it slipped into the light.
He smiled. “Well, I didn’t want to miss anything.”
Glad he could joke about it now. She had to use a back-up memory stick to photograph every detail of the crime scene.
Shutter (work in progress)