Alley wakes up in a strange bed. She has no idea who she is or where she is. Pain shoots through her head like a bolt of lightning every time she moves. As she drifts off to sleep images of a faraway land and a handsome man with sandy blonde hair and six pack abs fills her head. He keeps saying “Alley come back to me.” Who is he and how does she know him?
Alley lay in bed in a strange room. Glancing around nothing was familiar. Where was she? She sat up, a tingle creeping up her spine. What was going on? Anxious to get out of there, Alley yanked away the blanket and stood. Pain shot through her head, threatening to blow it apart. Her finger pressed her temple instinctively to ease the pain. She felt a bandage taped to her forehead. What has happened to me? Where am I? No longer able to withstand the pain, she lay back down.
Drifting off to sleep, images of a young man filled her dreams. She didn’t recognize him, but he was handsome with six pack abs and long sandy blonde hair that brushed the top of his shoulders. But who was he?
Alley come back to me. The man seemed to know her, but she didn’t recognize him at all.
Alley was awakened by the sound of the door opening. She saw a woman standing in the doorway holding a ceramic bowl of water.
“Oh, sweetie! You’re awake,” the woman said as tears rolled down her face. She wiped at them as she walked over to the bed.
Alley stared at her not knowing what to say. Am I supposed to know this woman?
“Oh, Alley, I know you’re confused, honey. It’s me, Mom.”
Alley glanced around the room for answers but none came to her. “Mom?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yes dear, you’ve been in a terrible accident and the doctor warned us that your memory may be fuzzy when you came to.”
“An accident? What kind of accident?” Alley didn’t understand anything at that moment. She didn’t remember any accident.
“Honey, don’t push yourself to remember right now. We’ll talk about this later. I need to call your doctor and get him over here to examine you at once.” She turned and hurried out of the room.
Alley sat there more confused than she was before. She hoped the doctor would be able to shed some light on what was going on.
She glanced around the room and saw an antique dresser with three drawers made from mahogany. In the corner stood a full length mirror. The four-poster bed where she lay was draped in a sheer white canopy. Beside the bed was a small table where her mother placed the ceramic bowl of water. In the opposite corner sat a rocking chair with a red and white quilt folded neatly over the back. Everything looked neat and well taken care of, but none of it looked familiar.
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A while later there was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” Alley called from across the room.
The woman who claimed to be her mother was standing there with a man in a white lab coat.
“Alley this is Doctor Monroe.” she said as they walked closer to the bed.
Doctor Monroe carried his black medical bag and set it on the bed beside Alley. He removed the stethoscope to give Alley a thorough examination. He checked her heartbeat, pulse and blood pressure. Then he moved onto the bandage on her head. “Everything looks good Alley. I’m going to redress your wound and give you some pain medicine to help with the swelling.”
“Doctor, I don’t know who I am. I can’t remember anything. I don’t even recognize my own mother. What happened to me? What kind of accident was I in?”
Alley watched Doctor Monroe glanced up at her mother who gave a slight shake of her head.
“Alley, these things take time. Don’t bother yourself with all of these details right now. You’ve been in a coma for a week. We don’t want to overload your brain with all these details. Your memory will come back in time, and if it doesn’t then we will cross that bridge when we get to it. For now I want you to take it easy.
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A Lost Memory by Lizzy Stevens and Steve Miller is an intriguing fantasy in short story form. Alley has been in some kind of accident and awakens to a place she doesn't remember, to people she doesn't know. She doesn't recall what happened to her, nor does she recognize her home or her parents. Alley has vivid dreams of a pure white horse with wings and a very good-looking man who calls out to her, begging her to return to him. The two fantastic beings continue to haunt her dreams as she struggles with the unknown reality she finds herself in. Which is real - the man of her dreams or her perfect home and loving parents?