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I passed by the antique shop every day, never entering the crowded menagerie of over-used items leftover from the past.
This day was different. The compulsion to go inside so strong, my feet turned toward the shop. I found myself standing inside, surrounded by mounds of aged household paraphernalia.
A tiny woman pressed a green wooden clock into my hands, saying this was what I was looking for.
Warmth enveloped me. Memories flooded my mind. I wished I could turn back time and make things right.
I reached for the hour hand and slowly began to turn it backward.
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Where are all the children? The playgrounds lay bare empty of laughter empty of shenanigans gone are the playful squeals of boys chasing girls and girls capturing boys.
What manner of catastrophe what evil pestilence or devious war machine has robbed this merry place of joyful children running around with exuberant abandonment while attentive parents look on?
I see them! I have found the children! Huddled safe in their homes clustered around their i-Toys, their a-Droids and their boxes full of x’s, virtual guns and bombs. There’s their parents on their devices, satisfying their vices in perfect disharmony.
My feelings run amok from day to day and night to night. One hour to one minute, my heart swells to nearly bursting, then tightens into an angry fist and swells upon your first kiss.
My grown daughter told me that this was not the first time I had awakened and been told I had experienced a stress induced heart attack. In fact she said, the diagnosis by the physician was broken heart syndrome.
I was quite positive I had not heard any of this before and voiced my opinion aloud. In my hospital room with us was the head nurse of my floor. She put away the instruments used to acquire my readings and turned toward both of us.
“What you are experiencing is called Jamais Vu, it’s the opposite of the common occurrence we refer to as Deja Vu. Because you are experiencing memory loss due to the trauma your body has suffered, it is the first time you remember hearing it,” Nurse Stephanie said.
“And will I remember this tomorrow or will it all be gone and seem new to me yet again?” I asked.
“What you are experiencing is called Jamais Vu, it’s the opposite of the common occurrence we refer to as Deja Vu. Because you are experiencing memory loss due to the trauma your body has suffered, it is the first time you remember hearing it,” Nurse Stephanie said.
“Yes, I know. You just said that,” I said with a good amount of consternation and attitude.
“I most certainly did not just say that at all. I believe you are having a Deja Vu moment, quite common after a patient has been under anesthesia for an extended amount of time,” she remarked as she left my room.
I closed my eyes and wished myself anywhere but here; or had I done that already?
Moon rises in it’s time Nothing can lull it from rising between daylight hours Merely a mute dalliance in the busy life of Earth
If one attempts to give the circling glowing orb more light than it desires Moon will throw a darkened shadow across the broken expanse of space to quench it