The night before I moved to Memory Lane I was at a party. It was my friend's party, but I only spoke to him twice that night. The first time he wanted to tell me that I was going to be okay. He told me that I couldn’t keep going on like I was, and that … Continue reading Party
David receives a visitor on Memory Lane.
David remembers a funeral.
I’ve lost a friend, and now I’m stuck on Memory Lane. I’ve lived here for seven years now. Or at least, it feels like seven years. Time doesn’t always work on Memory Lane, and it’s pretty lonely here, so I have no one to ask for it. I don’t like it here. I want you to know that. Desperately … Continue reading One