My Works

The Atlanta Pact [Prologue]

Memory is a strange median that I could never master, it has always been sketchy and the future has never been clear. Something that didn't calm me as a child. I never felt safe, I constantly feared that I would wake up the next morning dead. A  hindering feeling that was would always be eased when my mother told me that, 'You can't wake up dead' she would shake her head and simply saying; 'You'd just stay asleep, if you were dead. So when you wake in the morning, you know that you've cheated death again.'

Funny that's nearly all I remember about my childhood, well truthfully I don't really remember  either.

My mum said it to me last night, finishing with an assuring 'I used to say that to you when you were young'

If she used to say that to me when I was young, more than once, wouldn't I have remembered it? Mmm...that's what I thought...