Story #232

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who you are. But one things for sure  there’s no turning back.

I sit on a tree trunk in the middle of some sort of forest. I have no Idea how I got here. There’s a rotten sign to my right written in a language I can’t quite work out. I’ve been here before. I’m sure of it.

I try to think but my mind just goes blank. Blank…

That’s it! Blankwood forest in Canada.

I scramble to my feet and start to run. I don’t know where I’m running to but running feels good. All of a sudden I coldie into what seems like an invisable wall. I try to run in a different direction but I am once again stopped by this force field.

Before I can even start to gather my thoughts it all goes blank…

Blank.

– Ash, Glasgow