Clearance

When you enter the clearance section, the tone of the store changes, somehow. The saleswomen are less polished and much less prevalent. The lights are harsh. The clothes are disorganized and picked over, sorted into long rows with piles at the ends. You walk the rows, looking at first, but eventually running your hands over the clothing. At the end of a row, you turn and move to the next row.

There’s a boy at the end. He’s dressed all in black and he’s staring straight ahead. He raises a hand in greeting. You respond, almost involuntarily. He starts walking down the aisle to you, and you quickly note where the cameras and other shoppers are. When a young girl giggles a few rows over, it breaks the tense silence.

“Hey.” The boy says. “I know you and I know how to help you.”

“Who are you?” you ask.

“Peter. We’re friends.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He offers you his hand and you take it. He quickly spins you into his body and you feel a pinch in the crook of your neck. He’s injected you with something.

“Hey!” You push away.

“There wasn’t time to explain. But that will stop you from losing more of your memory, at least for a while. In time, it might help bring back the memories you’ve lost.”

He holds out his hand again. You don’t seem to be passing out, or getting sick. You take his hand. He leads you out of the store and maybe—just maybe—home.

 

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