Day 30

A whole fucking month of this stuff, huh? Who would have thunk it?

Today I have a story start, a weird one, that I'm not really sure how it will play out, but I like it anyway. Here it is

"There's a man in my memories, so I'm going to need a little more time."

"I can't extend a loan payment another month because your seeing someone."

The office is narrow with dark wood walls that shine blue from the new phospherescent bulbs overhead. Dora feels like this must be what a fish feels like, in a fish bowl. what if must be like in a large glass of water.

"You're clearly three months behind, another 20 days and we have to start seizing assets. I can't do much else for it."

"See, that wouldn't be good because it would make it harder to think. If I have to think about losing my bed or my favorite reading chair, then I might not ever remember the man in my memories."

Dora wondered if her face could get as thin as Stacey Wilhelm, the loan officer whose office she was sitting in had. She began to suck in her cheeks but decided against it it might seem insulting if they both had sucked in faces.

"I can't defer a loan because you have forgotten someone." Ms. Stacey Wilhelm shuffles a group of papers, which were probably covered in Dora's long name, Theodora Fog, and birth date, and how much money she made, and spent, and owed to them, and probably other things that they didn't need to know but probably had asked her friends about, like how much pocket change, per average, did she give homeless people, or did she use energy efficient bulbs. She thought the way she shuffled those papers looked professional, and that Ms. Stacey Wilhelm had good hands for modeling, and could probably do it too, if she wasn't such a stickler about stuff.

"That's just it," Dora spoke, "I don't remember him, and he's been in more and more of my memories. Its like someone walking on set, but the set is me."

And that's all I got for right now.