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Amnesia
Nearly five hours had passed since she’d put the washing in the machine and poured a glass of orange squash.
In the kitchen, she found the radio off and the back door bolted, although she couldn’t remember bolting it. An empty glass stood on the kitchen table, along with a half eaten banana and the remains of a sandwich. A snack she didn’t recall preparing.
The washing had dried and was folded up on a chair. Presumably, she’d taken the clothes out of the machine, left them to hang on the washing line in the heat, then brought them in once they’d dried.
Another memory blank.
In the kitchen, she found the radio off and the back door bolted, although she couldn’t remember bolting it. An empty glass stood on the kitchen table, along with a half eaten banana and the remains of a sandwich. A snack she didn’t recall preparing.
The washing had dried and was folded up on a chair. Presumably, she’d taken the clothes out of the machine, left them to hang on the washing line in the heat, then brought them in once they’d dried.
Another memory blank.
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