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Hi, is that really you? How’s it going?

Are you surprised to see me?


You don’t know me? How can that be?

Remember that lemon tree? On the corner of Bradbury Street?

Which tree?

Are you kidding me? How could you forget? Am I confused? Or are you plain mean?

Why does this always happen to me? Is my life a big joke? Or is karma biting me in my ass?

Don’t you remember this face? And this pink dress? How about my Gucci purse? And these Prada shoes?

Who are you?

Have I gained weight? Maybe a little around my ankles? Is that why you can’t recognize me?

Why can’t I stop eating ice cream? Who can resist vanilla and chocolate? Did I tell you about my love for wafers?

Is today Wednesday? Is that sale still on at Costco? Why can’t I stop thinking about ice cream?

Will you please slap me?

Why would I do that?

Are you just insensitive? Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Do you have some male chauvinistic superiority complex?

Why won’t you answer me?

Do you want me to leave? Is that your master plan? What other crazy thoughts are running through your head?

Where is this even going?

Have you no decency? How about an ounce of shame? Why am I crying? Could I borrow that handkerchief?


Do you want it back? No? Sure?

When will things get better? Am I being silly? A little ignorant? Why did I skip my morning yoga?

Will you join me for coffee? Or maybe tea?

Why are there so many choices?


Are you okay?

Does it really matter? Do you hate me, Nick?

Nick? Who’s that?

Are you serious? Have I been talking to the wrong guy? Why do you all look the same? Is that my problem too?

Why are you still standing here? Haven’t I been harassed enough?

Are you stupid or crazy?

Do you really want to find out? How about I call the police? Huh? Would you like that?

Where’s my phone? Ummm…could I borrow yours?

She woke up one morning, And They Were Gone. Just like that. She doesn’t know what happened. Or does she?

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37 Comments on “Too Many Questions? – Flash Fiction Story

    • Oh wow! I take this as a huge compliment.
      I will consider your advice, Bharath. And keep it in mind. Haha. No jokes about it.
      Thank you so much. 🙂

  1. sounds like a severe case of dissociation; there’s a lot happening here beneath the surface; creepy

  2. Wow, this becomes more startling throughout the read and I love it. It feels like a creepy sci-fi where no one remembers you and it’s an entire journey of dissociation and discovery in the differences of this “new” life. Very well written, I too think it deserves a sequel! ❤️

    • Imagine, coming across someone you believe you know, and then ending up questioning everything around you. This woman is on a crazy ride of emotions, and the poor guy’s probably still wondering what actually hit him.
      Haha. Part 2 would have to be even more unexpected. That means even more craziness. I like that.
      Thank you so much, Lucy. Appreciate it. 🙂

    • Hey Vignesh! I think WordPress has a score to settle with me.
      Where is that vanished comment?!
      But I think you’ve summed it up wonderfully.
      Definitely hilarious.
      Thank you so much. 🙂

      • I might have a screwdriver, but then again again I like loose screws. Sorry, I’m being silly. There’s just something so attractive to me about beautiful women, with intelligence and balls, so I felt the need to comment a few times 🙂

        • Haha. Thank you so much, Adam.
          I’m glad you stopped by. You write really well. So much thought in so little words. That’s truly talent. 🙂

          • 😊 That’s very kind of you Terveen, thank you. I wish I could take credit for them. Since 2017 those words have simply been coming to me. I suppose that’s the same with everything though, if we’re able to take the time and notice it. 😊 I’ll stick around a while and enjoy some more of your interesting writing. I’m glad I stopped by too. 😊

          • That’s the creative process, Adam. The words seem to come from some unknown place. Doesn’t it feel like a blessing or surreal gift? Hope you write many more words and keep sharing your wisdoms. Please stop by any time. May you always enjoy what you write and read. 🙂

  3. Fantastic story, Terveen. A reminder of how we create all that we see….oh, and I loved that you threw in the wafers after the chocolate and vanilla. Of course! Lovely, my friend. 😊

    • Thank you so much, Jeff! 🙂
      You’re so right! The world is really as we see it.
      Haha. How could I leave out the wafers.
      Sweet and crunchy – a great pair.

    • Every time I remember this story, it makes me laugh. It’s such a strange meeting and outrageous conversation. So much confidence. Lol. Thank you so much! 🙂

  4. Lol this was a really funny story. She just goes all in on this poor stranger and then wants to call the cops on him, using his phone of course. My favorite part was how she thought she might be unrecognizable because maybe she gained weight around her ankles. Great, fun story as always! Good job.

    • Tony, you always pick out the best parts. Lol. Could it be we both see life and humor through the same lens? Of course, her ankles make her look so different.
      Thanks for the fun and kind words. 🙂

  5. So much mystery!! I think this was the fastest I read any post!! Lol. I didn’t want it to end! Great way to keep the audience asking for more!! Stay blessed💖💖

    • One question after the other. Just can’t stop.
      I’m so glad you enjoyed reading it, Diana. 🙂
      Yes – asking for more! Very well said!

  6. “is karma biting me?, “am I gaining weight, on the ankle” hahaha. That’s really funny. I guess there are funny inexplicable dreams. Life is a mystery that forever fascinates us…

    • The mind can be a mysterious place. The way we think and react, and how we analyse certain situations. Humor is always so refreshing. Life needs more of it.
      Thank you so much! 🙂

  7. You know what? Weight gain around the ankles always throws off my ability to recognize someone’s face, and I’m glad you brought it up here, so maybe people will begin to realize what a serious problem it is and toss a little sympathy my way should I find their meaty-ankled personages unrecognizable.

    Perhaps if people would consider switching to ankle-diet ice cream and wafers, I wouldn’t have this problem.

    Sure, borrow my phone and call your ex to see if he’s been beaten up. Why would I mind?

    • …and toss a little sympathy my way should I find their meaty-ankled personages unrecognizable.
      I can sympathize. Lol.
      And okra lady is BACK! YES!!!
      Yeah I’ll need that phone. What did you say – No way – Umm, how dare you. I think I’m just too good for you, but I’ll still give you another chance. Yeah, that phone – hand it over. No? Why do you sound like my brother? Sheesh!

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