(microfiction)
I’m sat in a room full of bustling bodies and half-recognisable faces. Memories sprout from seeing some, and I’m more content than uncertain. A trio approaches, at least one female, never seen them before but am deeply familiar. They inquire, and I recall their place in this world, unseen to all others. I can’t leave, I don’t remember how yet. I tell them: I don’t know how many times I’ve lived and died here. Something else, then they’re gone.