What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own
Sure this will be obvious to all. Style? Minimalist – first person.
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Monday, April 2
I left my keys. Just left them. Mike asked me where I’d been last and what I heard was “Janet! where you been fuck??”
Blame him? Not me.
Lilly, bless her, bounds upstairs – keys in mouth.
Where? No idea.
Saturday, June 3
Another day – Mike hands me checkbook. Why? What I hear: “Janet, checkbook freezer . . . fuck?”
Wanted it, I guess.
Why he thinks me?
Puzzle. Who puts checkbook in freezer?
Tuesday, June 14
Doctor today. Tests.
Count backwards. Easy. ten, nine, eight . . . NO. Wrong. From 100 by threes. Threes? 100, 90, 85 . . . confused.
Who President? Who cares.
Try again. President? Black man. Funny name. Bar something.
Today date? This I know. June 14 – Flag Day! I know this.
Sit there – new pills to try. So tired. Don’t care anymore.
Monday, September 8
So tired. Hear Lilly bark and go. Keep hearing her.
Now – Lost.
Wednesday, December 16
Mama. Want Mama. Dog comes over and sighs, gets on me. Mama?
Feel tears and snot. Mama, mama, mama.
Man comes over – says “Janet? What? Why crying?”
No idea. Who he?