She was walking … as she always did after her ritual morning meal of toast and tea, walking on a route she had carefully chosen some twenty odd years ago. As she approached the T intersection, she looked up at the row of houses that lied ahead… it was in that moment that her view changed. It was as if a curtain parted. She was in a vaguely familiar room … the window dirty, yet the light sharply shone through and illuminated dust particles dancing in the stale air … an overwintering geranium struggled for life on the windowsill. Her feet compelled her to keep walking while other regions of her brain sent out waves of panic through the rest of her body. She realized at once that she had no idea where she was … “just keep walking” she muttered. In five terrifying steps it was over …she was at the intersection, shaking… wondering if this was how it started … if the threat of a memory robbing disease was lying await within her.
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