This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – FLUID
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A Day in the Death
This is one of those days, one of those murky, muggy days, when everything’s a bit, what’s the word, fluid maybe, like nothing’s too solid, there’s nothing to get a hold of, and I seem to exist in a haze, in a swirl of mist, or fog, or even, if I was on the other coast, a haar.
Although my memory is not what it was, I can still remember some things, just not the boring stuff like who I am, where I’m from, and why I’m here.
But I find that, as time passes, all those personal details become increasingly irrelevant, quite meaningless.
I do, I’m pretty sure, remember the important moments of my life, like that cold, dreich evening when everything changed, I did bad things, and that particular life ended.
I think, for example, that I remember why I killed her, and then myself.
Except, of course, that I didn’t actually top myself, did I, because that would have been dumb, and kind of final, so I just pretended that bit.