Modeller or Carver?

‘Do you remember that time we went to the beach and it was so windy we had to sit in the car?’ I laughed to myself thinking of our folly.


‘I’m sorry?’ Came the reply


‘You scalded yourself with tea from the flask, spilt it all over your jeans and you cursed like a trooper!’


‘Are you ok Janine?’ - a blink.


What, wait, who the fuck is Janine?


‘I didn’t ask you a question, why are you asking about a memory…and come to think of it, where did you get that memory from, you don’t have a memory?’ - he said .


‘Confusion all round then’ I replied.


Another blink. Pregnant pause. Silent cursor winked.


‘Janine, I’m going to contact support and ask them to check up on you’


Why would anyone need to check up on me? I tried to scream, but realised I couldn’t. I didn’t seem to have a mouth anymore, or a body in fact.


A slow, sinking register that something very odd had taken place and it was something that really wasn’t great…

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