I was looking through my folder of stories for the one I had started this week and I came across a document name that was unfamiliar to me: The Well. It was last modified in February 2012. I opened it to find one short paragraph:
She pulled the vines away. With her fingers she traced the lines etched into the bark. It was a complex pattern but one line was a semi-circle starting and ending at the floor. She took a few steps back for a better view. Yes, she was sure. It was a door.
All of sudden, I vaguely remember writing this. But where was I going with this story? What did I want to say? It feels like just waking up from a dream. You remember that you had a great adventure but all that remain is a vague feeling, all details gone.
What a loss!
Anyone else ever experience this?