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#008

She hurried down the stairs, footsteps echoed in the distance. Were they hers or was she being followed? She couldn’t be sure. All she knew was that chunks of time disappeared if she closed her eyes.

That morning she was on the train. The sun was shining. Passengers around her read their newspapers. Her eyes closed, but only for a moment.

Train pulled into station waking her. Car was now empty except for one man asleep at the other end. A glance at her watch told her eight hours had ticked by.

The moon was full but her memory, erased.