When Annie wakes the next morning – Friday Fiction
When Annie wakes the next morning it is drizzling rain, and for a few minutes she remains in bed. This is when she remembers the pocket watch beneath her pillow. She raises herself to a sitting position, reaches beneath the pillow and fishes the watch from its resting place. Covering the face of the watch is a thin layer of black soot, the residue of a fire. It wasn’t there last night, of that Annie is certain. For several minutes she remains there holding the watch in the palm of her hand . She vividly remembers the smell of smoke and the heat of fire. She can even recall the fear that gripped her heart.
Slowly Annie peels open these recollections and comes to the realization that she has moved past finding good memories in the things left behind. She is able to feel the bad memories as well.
When they sit down to breakfast, she shows Ophelia the watch and shares the story.
“I could feel the fire,” she says, “but I never saw the Wilbur you spoke of. It felt as though the thoughts were mine and someone I loved was in danger.” Annie stirs a spoonful of honey into her tea and then continues. “I’m sure that wasn’t Wilbur’s memory. I think it was the girl Caroline’s memory of him.”
Although she believes this is true, Annie can’t explain how she knows it. She knows only that there is more to the story, other events that came before and after. A feeling of apprehension settles in her heart. As much as she wants to find the missing pieces, she is frightened of what she might discover.
“Is it possible that a memory can come to life and happen again?”
When Annie asks this question, there is a quiver in her voice.