“Who the fuck is Sarah Thomas?”
A conversation between two roommates interrupted by a phone call.
A rhetorical questioning of an unfamiliar combination of two familiar names.
A subsequent answer realized under horrifying terms.
The human memory is but an assemblage of fragments, and these are the shards of March 29th, 2014 that are impaled in my brain.
I answer the phone: “Hello?”, and a familiar female voice on the other side responds: “Stuart? Are you with Kaleb?”. My memory is immediately jarred: “Thomas” is Carl’s girlfriend’s last name… duh. This momentary lapse in memory is promptly rendered trivial as I process what I’m being told: Continue reading
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