Dallas Valo

Selective Memory

Staring at the fluorescent glow of the red light masked behind the fog left over from the thunderstorm that happened that evening, Katherine began to recall those disturbing images playing over in her head like some dark and twisted fantasy world while her fingers tapped away on the steering wheel as she impatiently waited for the light to turn green. She knew she had to get away, and fast, but why? Despite those possible illusions or maybe even figments of her imagination she clearly remembered the images but couldn't remember how it all happened.