When I woke up, I met Dr. Joseph K. Wilson. He told me I had been in a bad bad accident and I was in a coma for six days. I asked if that was a long time and that was when he realized I had lost some connectors in my brain. He said I forgot many things but I don’t feel like things are missing until he tells me they are. Like numbers. Dr. Joseph K. Wilson said to make lists of things I do remember. I still have not finished writing them all down. He asked me to count the pages I had written so far and I said there were three and he said there were two hundred and eleven. I cannot count anymore. When I try to count I am scared and feel dizzy. He says I do not have to count anymore. He is protecting me and keeping me safe.
I remember things from before the bad bad accident. Dr. Joseph K. Wilson is trying to know what things I remember and why I remember them and not others. I remember people and places and smells and dreams and Superman and the moon. I remember school and Ms. Sherman and her parrot Sherman and reading Animal Farm. I remember the light brown eyes of the boy who stepped on my tuna sandwich and got angry with me because he had tuna on his shoe. I remember that the smell of vanilla makes me throw up. Dr. Joseph K. Wilson asked me if I remembered learning about gravity. I said I did. I remember the word gravity and my blue science book called Science 1 & 2 with a picture of a rainbow coming out of a prism on the cover. I remember Mr. Marks saying the word gravity and talking about the Earth; the planet where I live. Dr. Joseph K. Wilson asked me if I knew what gravity was and told me to think really hard about it. I tried but I felt dizzy again and I wanted to stop thinking about it. He told me to try harder but I told him I could not breathe and then he let me rest.
He gave me cookies and cream ice cream and I felt better. After eating my ice cream I asked him why did it matter if I remembered gravity. Dr. Joseph K. Wilson told me that I am special. He said he did not know it at first. He said that when he met me he thought I might not be able to walk anymore. I told him that he was right. I cannot walk. He said walking doesn’t matter anymore because I can fly. And flying is better than walking.
I wonder what you will see when you fly with your prescription sunglasses on. I’m interested and want to know more.
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exactly.
i know what you were reading when you wrote this… yes?
laughed out loud, by the way. thanks for that.
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Keep going Char, but please just call him Dr K once in a while!! I just read the comment up above, sorry I did not realize it was part of the character. Is any of your piece a part from your life?? The tuna sandwich incident just seems to hard to just make up. Great story Chica!
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yes you must go on – you have in fact quite literally left us up in the air –
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you need to keep writing to unconfuse me. i have no idea where this one is going.
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i can see the depth of the character. It is also remarkable your attention into detail. I like the slow construction of a personality by giving away things smoothly. I really like the fact that the character can only think about the doctor by referring to him by his full name: very interesting. No numbers at all: that opens the door for fun and rare situations and solutions. I think you have a golden argument.
This is a very challenging new enterprise. I think you will pull it off graciously.
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yes, keep going with this one. i want to know where you fly and how you land, and how it feel in the rain.
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