Callie and Gavin: A Short Story

Worry was the word of the day for Gavin. Everything that he should have remembered, he didn’t and everything he wanted to remember was starting to fade. He stood at the entrance of the park with the torn picture of him and his mother, thumbing the torn edge to relive his growing concern. After what happened to Seny and Zaq, it seemed like his forgetfulness surged forward like a bullet train. Not being able to remember his morning schedule was the least of his problems because he now discovered that his violin playing had become atrocious. A few hours before walking to the park, he decided to pick up the instrument and hit a few sweet notes. Sweet was nothing near to what Gavin had played. Having a lack of practice was a real possibility but he dismissed it when he reminded himself how bad it sounded. Now, standing in the growing wind, he softly bit into his tongue and stared at the path ahead. No one was walking on this day, probably because of the nip in the air. He hoped that the freshness of the wind could shock some sense into him and help resolve at least some problems, but he doubted it. He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right, deciding on whether or not to push forward. His emotions seemed to have the power to root him on the spot, to keep him from moving an inch until he paid attention to them. He squeezed his eyes shut a few times and placed the picture back into his pocket.

I have a few options. I could either ask Marquis about me not remembering; which would probably be the smart thing. Who am I kidding—I haven’t been smart since the beginning. Or I can stop the experiments and see if I start to remember things again. And I could go see a doctor but I don’t have the money for that, he thought and placed ...

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...ashed but Marquis had no time for trifle things. It’s not like his prey would be concentrated on how worn or dirty his mask was; though, it was the last thing they saw before he shot them through the chest. It could probably stand a short wash in the sink but he had already left the building and was now approaching the house which held his next victim. Tonight was going to be a big night, for he was going to take the life of one of the men on the medical board all those years ago. Sure, he was one of the ones who respected him, but yet he didn’t do anything when Marquis was prosecuted. He didn’t speak up in Marquis’s favor when everyone thought he was a lunatic. He was as guilty as the rest of them. Leave no stone unturned, he thought and approached the dark house under the shadows. Luckily for him the moon was not full so he need not worry about being too obvious….