I pick up the gold necklace sprawled across the train’s floor like a golden snake. Finders Keepers, but I lost something precious once.
All tagged lost
I pick up the gold necklace sprawled across the train’s floor like a golden snake. Finders Keepers, but I lost something precious once.
I climb aboard the giant orange pillow, socks sliding on the rubber, and find my spot in the jostling hordes.
The scrap of paper lay facedown on the pavement. I picked it up out of curiosity, or greed perhaps—maybe it’s valuable.
My trusty map was supposed to lead me down a tree-lined path towards the museum, but my addled sense of direction could easily lead me to Fresno.
I refused to look around me, didn’t want to see, but the piles of roadside logs couldn’t be ignored.
I approach an employee. “I lost my gloves.” She looks into my eyes, must see a strange importance.
I watch myself as I run through the apartment, screaming her name. This is a movie and I am not me but someone paid to be me who doesn’t quite know how to move in my body.