Every day for the last three years, there is an odd shadow behind the tree in front of the family house. That is all he knows.
The memories of him outside, in school, at the library, all there. But once nearing the house, the shadow appears. The next thing he knows, he is walking to school and it is the next day. He feels a primal ache in his bones and wet stickiness on his cheeks.
If he tries, he can sense memories at the edge of his mind that might help enlighten him. The memories feel bitter-frost, partially bleached, and cut all over. He shivers whenever feeling the presence of such memories, and he cannot fathom why.
He should ignore them. He will ignore them. Why encourage the presence of such awful, unwelcome things?
