Memory

Jane opened her eyes after a peaceful night sleep. She didn’t recognize where she was, and couldn’t remember anything about last night. How did I get here?

Finding her way down stairs, Jane gazed around but noting jogged her memory.

She yelled out, “Hello.” But know answer.

A tall policeman walks in the door. Jane looks him up and down.

He smiles, “Hello honey.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Jim, your husband.”

He goes on to tell her she has a rear brain injury that wipes her memory clean every day from a fall she took years ago.

Jim show Jane their wedding video. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she slides into his arms.

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