Her anger lingers in her mind.
“Hi, Andrea, how did your meeting with your father go?”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. How did he die?”
“He was hit by a bus.”
Andrea walked to the closet and ripped open the door. She pulled out the memory machine, “Have a seat.”
“What, you want to see my memories? These sessions aren’t about me, they’re about you.”
“I know, have a seat!” Andrea grinds her teeth and forces Marinda to sit on a chair. She threw the helmet onto her therapist’s head.
“Mmm, which memory to relive?”
“I know I sound like a broken record, but you should really meet with your father. It will help you get closure and move on,” Marinda says.
“I will meet with him eventually, but I don’t I’m emotionally ready.”
“You’ll never be fully ready, but you have to go for it.”
“Alright, I have been putting it off for a few years. I’ll text him tomorrow, my day off from work.”
After talking further about her father, the session ended.
“See you next week, tell me how it goes with your father.”
The next morning, Andrea texts her father from…
“Let’s try something a little more exciting,” Marinda says as she turns the dial on the machine. She puts on the goggles.
Andrea closes her eyes and opens them.
Andrea and Marinda are on a rollercoaster in the car behind a young Andrea and her dad.
“What happened on this day!” Marinda shouts over the screams of excitement.
They slowly ascend the incline. The rollercoaster cars rode down the decline and Marinda’s remote fell out of her pocket. It fell to the ground and broke apart. It sent a blast wave throughout the memory.
The rollercoaster stopped and the ride…
“Here we go again,” Marinda says as she sets the helmet back on Andrea.
“Let’s try this one,” Andrea hears her therapist say from inside the helmet.
Marinda puts on the goggles once more.
Andrea closes her eyes and opens them. She’s outside of a restaurant standing next to Marinda. She looks inside through the window and sees her mother sitting with her friend.
“Let’s go inside,” Marinda suggests.
“No — I mean, I don’t think I can,” Andrea admits.
“You have to face your fears head-on and this will help you move on.”
“I know.” Andrea pushes the door…
Andrea sits in a different chair than she usually does in the waiting room. She wants to see if it feels any different.
“Andrea, come on in,” Marinda said.
Andrea followed Marinda into her office.
“Are you ready for this?” Marinda asks as she holds the helmet.
“I think so,” Andrea says with fake confidence.
Marinda sets the helmet over Andrea’s blonde hair.
“Let’s try something a little more distressing,” Marinda says as she turns the dial.
“What?” Andrea says under the helmet.
“I said — you’ll see.” Marinda puts on the goggles.
Andrea closes her eyes and then opens…
Next week, Andrea returns to her therapist’s office in fear of reliving her traumatic memories. She sits in the therapy chair and notices her hands shaking.
“I redesigned the machine so I could pick which of your memories I want to focus on,” her therapist said.
“Is that all I am to you, a study, someone to study?”
“No, our past sessions were about getting to know each other, now it’s time for healing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, now put this back on.”
Marinda sets the helmet back over Andrea’s golden locks and she picks a simple memory. …
Andrea sat on the therapy couch and told her therapist her problems.
“Let’s try something. I’m not just a therapist, I’m also an inventor,” Marinda says as she pulls a machine with a helmet attached out of the closet.
“Have you tried this on any of your other patients?” Andrea asks.
“No,” Marinda says as she sets the helmet over Andrea’s head. “Now we turn it on and it should allow us to watch your memories from afar and talk about them”
An electric current flows from the machine, through the tube, and into the helmet.
Marinda puts on a…
Kevin saw Corey at work again. He thought about returning to the checkout, but he would see Corey more. He would get distracted from bagging or ringing and they’d probably flirt.
The full-time manager asked him if he wanted to go full-time, but declined since he had school. She told him he could only work full-time on weekends. He still declined as he had schoolwork.
The days he did work, he took his lunches with Corey. They talked and went on dates, but Kevin was graduating soon. He would need a full-time. He would work there until he found one…
Kevin saw Corey at work the next day. Kevin was organizing the aisles and looked at Corey as he walked to the breakroom on his lunch, his blue assistant manager coat unbuttoned. Kevin tried to talk to Corey, but he only got one word out, “Corey”. Corey looked back but said nothing.
“I’m taking my lunch,” Kevin said to the full-time manager in the aisle.
“Wait, I said we’d take our lunches after this aisle.”
Kevin continued to walk to the breakroom, then rushed after Corey.
He walked upstairs and found Corey sitting alone at the farthest table.
For their first date, they decided to go bowling.
At Lanes, the place was empty as they picked their bowling shoes and bowling balls. Corey picked a blue bowling ball and Kevin picked a red one.
Corey put their names into the scoreboard and Kevin bowled first. He got a strike, “I’ve been bowling with my dad since I was eight when my parent divorced.”
“I had no idea, I’m sorry to hear that,” Corey replied.
“It’s okay, that was thirteen years ago and my parents are in separate relationships now.”
“Oh, okay.” Corey bowled a six and then a…