Flash 26: Déjà vu

Déjà vu
by
Tanja Cilia

We’ve just moved to an old town-house, bursting with antique furniture.

I twist a knob on the bureau. There is a click, and a diary falls out. That’s MY handwriting. Weird.

But…  I never use blue ink, because it reminds me too much of the school homework I loathed so much.

April 12, 1984: Grandpa drove me home after I twisted my ankle when my sister pushed me.  I never had a sister.

June 5.  Crashed and totalled the Malibu. But our car was a Toledo.

My husband returns from work. But he is not my husband. 

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