April, 1981
5:46pm
They've just brought me back from a forty-eight hour mission in the United States.
I hid on the rooftop of a bar in a big city, waiting for my target to arrive. For a time, I could hear songs playing from inside. The music triggered a memory.
A school dance. Homecoming. I went but I must not have stayed long. I remember a song playing and I enjoyed it, but I left in the middle of it.
I had a friend whose date didn't show.
I don't remember anything about him. Maybe he's older now and remembers that night.
Maybe he remembers me.
VOUS LISEZ
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
