She watches him stir, push back the quilt and reach for his notebook.
Only when he’s read yesterday’s notes does he turn to look at her.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi yourself.”
“Yesterday was great,” he says, lips brushing hers.
He’s adapted quickly, too quickly perhaps. Without that notebook he’d have no recollection of her, of how they spent the day. And he believes that to be his fault.
But her forgettability is an uncanny gift, a trick of her trade, the way she makes her living.
And when she moves on, as a kindness, she will destroy his notebook.
I read a book recently where a young woman suddenly finds that no-one remembers her, starting from when her parents forget to set a place for her at the dinner table, and look at her blankly when she enters the dining room. Eventually her ‘gift’ leads her to a life of international crime, where even on the rare occasion when she’s apprehended, she’s released because no-one can remember her or why she was apprehended once they’ve left her presence. I’ve experienced the same forgettability myself as I’ve grown older, but I’ve yet to take up shoplifting…
The unforgettable Rochelle Wisoff Fields, who could never be just another face in a crowd, leads us into another week of Friday Fictioneers.
A lovely magical sad tale
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Thank you Neil.
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Strange. Interesting story.
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Thanks Indira. x
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X, dear Sandra, actually I don’t know what this’x’stands for? How dumb.
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🙂 kiss 🙂
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Oho! 🙂
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Dear Sandra,
Oh my. That could be a ‘gift’ of sorts, particularly to an unscrupulous individual. Well done, which comes as no surprise.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. As you say ; ‘of sorts’. 🙂
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Intriguing, and rather sorrowful ….
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Someone has identified the book for me, Sue. ‘The Sudden Appearance of Hope’ by Claire North. Worth a read. Thanks for visiting.
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😊
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Jings, Sandra, this left me strangely disquieted.
I think perhaps this is the most frightening tale I have read here, and i don’t know whether I am more afraid for her or him.
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Thanks CE. It was quite a thought-provoking book. I sense she cares in my piece here, so I think he will be left unscathed, although wondering what he’s been doing for the last few months.
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That’s pretty much my normal state!
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A delightful story! You did a lovely job in writing it. What a unique gift, though I’m not sure I’d want it … not to be remembered. =)
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The possibility has its up and down sides, I guess. Thanks for reading, Brenda.
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Amazing story – and interesting to read where you got the idea from. Really loved this.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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‘The Sudden Appearance of Hope’ by Claire North. That’s the book. Joy Pixley kindly identified the title for me.
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Hmmm, I need to add that to the “list.” Sounds intriguing. =)
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Excellent. Tense, well-written and leaving the reader wanting more.
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Thanks, Josh. Glad you liked it.
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She’ll move on and employ that gift to her advantage again no doubt. Delightfully different Sandra
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Thanks Keith. 🙂
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Kind of scary this growing older thing… I have memory lapses sometimes and it bothers me. I really like your story. A little intrigue with the memory loss!! 😉
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Thanks for reading, Courtney.
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Great story, Sandra. I really liked the thinking behind it. I also wanted to pick up on that point you made about becoming invisible as you get older. I’ve particularly noticed it in the dance studio where the teens share all sorts of private details with each other while I’m sitting there and as you noted, it’s like I’m invisible. They’ve even talked about their mums and I know some of them and I just sat there gobsmacked. The other thing I’ve found, is that my daughter has ideas about how mums should dress and behave. That it was okay for me to try on violet lipstick in the shop when we were having fun, but when I thought of wearing it to Church on Mother’s Day, it was like I was naked. She was adamant I didn’t wear it. I went back to my pink one. Safe. However, now I’m starting to see a rbellion on the horizon. That it won’t be the teenager rebelling. it will be the mum. Stay tuned.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Rowena – and S – had to share that recently I was chatting with my mother and she told me she was tghere when i took my driver’s test in the 80s. I told her she was not there – I could not recall her being there – she then asked me – well who took you then? I could not see anyone else there besides me and the testing agent.
How could I eliminate my mother from that entire memory? My we take primary caregivers for granted at times. But she was invisible back then and R – your story with the teens reminded me of that lack of peripheral vision some have –
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Thank you both for your input here. Interesting how the mind plays tricks, Prior. And good luck with that rebellion Rowena. I hope you come out unscathed. 🙂
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🙂
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That is so interesting, Prior, isn’t it? No one wants to be taken for granted and especially left out of the story altogether. However, at the same time, we do need those people we can take for granted and just know they’re there for us as reliable, dependable and almost as invisible as the air we breathe. Then, when we are overlooked, trying to be gracious and know that we were appreciated in more of an unconscious way.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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you said that well –
now they’re there for us as reliable, dependable and almost as invisible as the air we breathe
and my mother and I laugh about the story now. We are so close these days and have been for the last 15 years.
In fact, I was out to eat last week and some acquaintances were there and forced us to sit with them. Really did not want to but it was this social manners thing.
and so the one lady – a sweet, but insecure and competitive business woman had to be corrected.
I noted that my mother is coming to visit next month (on her way up north – we live on the east coast of us) and how my mom used to sometimes by pass our place because it saved three hours – but after my nephew died my mom said he will make the trip every time.
so… this lady said, “she’s making sure she visits her grandkids.” I said, “um, no, she is visiting me.” – and she pointed to me older son (who was with us) and winked and said something like, nah – it’s the grandkids she wants to see.
I let it go…
but little did she know that two of the last three visits my mom made did not include seeing either grandson – and so that is why we both drove across the state to go and see them recently. but my point was that this woman kept missing that my mom was actually coming to spend time with me – her daughter. Just me.
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What an intriguing story you’ve written. You illustrate the complex idea of forgettability by having the man keep a diary of how he spent the day with the woman who is forgettable. it’s a very engaging tale.
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Thank you Penny, glad you liked it.
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Nice. At first I thought it was another Alzheimer’s story, but instead, we get magic happenings.
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Surreal, isn’t it? Thanks for reading.
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Seems like it would be a double-edged sword. The downside is you can have no lasting relationships.
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That’s true. Thanks for reading, James.
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It truly is a poisonous “gift”. One she seems to use to her advantage.
So very well done, Sandra. I, too, had the first thought that Alzheimer’s was involved… You sneaky one, you…
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Glad I could surprise you, Dale. 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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What an intriguing premise. At first I thought it was him who suffered from some sort of memory loss, starting each day afresh – see the film ‘Memento’ for a wonderful twisty crime story like that – but I enjoyed the idea that everyone forgets her, so much potential.
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I don’t recall the film. I read another book about a woman whose memory was wiped out overnight. Every night. And how her husband (or the man who professed to be her husband) connived to use this to his advantage. It’s a topic with endless possibilities. Thanks for reading.
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Chilling indeed, Sandra!
If no one remembers us, digital cameras & CCTVs can tell the untold story… May be they can piece together the info & reconstruct the real story…
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That may be the answer, Anita. Thanks for reading.
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The book you read sounds GREAT.
and laughing at your humor – glad you are not stealing – bah!!
but also this touches on a deeper note – so much to chew on – enjoyed your fiction
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‘The Sudden Appearance of Hope’ by Claire North – that’s the book, thanks to Joy for identifying it for me. I can always remember the plots, but never the titles. Thanks for reading.
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well thanks for the title – and you must read a lot
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This story left me with a very eerie feeling. Such a scary story and strangely pleasurable. Very well written, Sandra.
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Thank you Neel. Glad you liked it.
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It is so interesting how what we are currently reading leads us toward what we write. Nicely done. Many little twists and turns.
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Sometimes I wonder whether I’d be able to write if I didn’t read as much as I do. And then I wonder how much I could write if I didn’t spend so much time reading… Thanks for visiting, Alicia.
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How would he know to make notes about her if he didn’t remember that he forgot her every day? My mind is in a twist over this one. Loved it and I’m so glad you haven’t taken up a life of crime.
Tracey
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I’m guessing he kept waking up next to a strange woman every morning, and although he knew where he’d been the day before he didn’t remember having been with anyone. So he got a friend to follow him and take a photo. Then he realised what was happening so kept taking notes at the end of every day. Ta da! 🙂
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Ta da, sorry to make you write two stories today just for me. Ha ha
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Hi Sandra,
I gather that you no longer have your boat in Burgundy – pity, I was always hoping to bump into you one day -not into your boat you understand! 🙂 I still have my Dutch Barge moored in Decize, but age creeps on….
I was wondering where the picture for today same from – ? Brussels Fine Art museum?
All the best,
Simon
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Looks like it’s not going to happen now Simon. But pleased you’re still boating. Hope you’re enjoying Decize. I’m not sure about the origin of the picture, though I believe it is a museum. Have a lovely summer and lots of happy boating ahead! 🙂
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Wouldn’t work for you. You’re unforgettable, Sandra.
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Aww. You smooth talking sweetie pie. 🙂
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Are you talking about “The Sudden Appearance of Hope”? I have on that on my to-read shelf, and that was the first thing I thought of when I read your story. Such an intriguing idea, but with such heartbreaking implications.
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Ah, thanks for that Joy. It’s been niggling at me for days now. One of those stories you keep having to stop to try to reason how it can possibly work. (Just like Tracey Delaplain did) 🙂
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As long as whatever the magic or paranormal or curse thing is consistent in terms of how it functions (the rules don’t change conveniently just when it’s important for the plot) I can suspend my disbelief pretty well. I’m looking forward to reading it.
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This feels like a blending of things–the girl you mentioned who is forgettable, but also the stage in aging when loved ones are forgotten. Very stirring.
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Thanks for reading, Sascha. Glad you liked it.
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An intriguing take.
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I found this extremely interesting. What is the name of the book? The concept is intriguing.
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The Sudden Appearance of Hope, by Claire North. Worth a read.
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Will check it out. Thanks!
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The pair of them are as bad as each other, but surely you’re not in that league? I remember you every week, at least!
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That reassures me greatly, Liz. 🙂
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Nice one! I started thinking dementia or brain injury but reading on I’m thinking she’s one of the faerie folk.
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She’s unique, or if not unique highly unusual. Thanks for dropping by.
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Succubus! I was sure it would be Alzheimer’s. Now I wonder if his friends and family will remember her or if they see her now.
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Once she’s out of their sight, that’s it. Thanks for dropping by.
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Intriguing!
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Thanks Jane.
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🙂
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Unusual. For a minute there I thought it was a take off on “Fifty First Dates,” but you went way beyond that. Sad that being forgettable leads to a life of crime.
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I expect she’s just exploring her new boundaries.
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What an interesting approach… and such a bad luck to meet a man with a notebook. I think you should stay out of shoplifting
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I’ll do my best, Bjorn. 😉
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It feels as if there might be more possible stories gathered from this type of complaint.
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Endless, I should imagine. Thanks for reading, Mike.
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a blessing or a curse depending on one’s perspective.
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Indeed. Thanks for reading.
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Intriguing and sad.
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Thanks for reading Lisa.
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Really interesting – I can see several levels here/different tales/readings. I now revisit it. Again.
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It’s quite a concept to get your head around. I found myself thinking about it a lot whilst reading the book.
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I really like the way this is written, Sandra. It goes off in a completely different direction from the one I was assuming and I love that. Excellent stuff!
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Thanks, Jilly. 🙂
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Sandra,
I’ll not forget you. Ever.
Love,
D.
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Now that’s what I call a red letter day. I hear you’re enjoying your new life, and that makes me very happy indeed. Take good care, and don’t be a stranger. x
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Gosh there is such sadness here. What a powerful and terrible magic curse
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Brilliantly written! Intriguing!
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Such a wonderful story and great idea – what it is your protagonist is up to? I can see the benefits of being forgettable, but don’t think it will do much for her mental health long term.
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I am not sure of her kindness.
Sinister, that’s how I would name.her!
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I used to have nightmares like that when I was a child, or more accurately of being invisible rather than forgotten. But this young lady has turned the skill to her advantage. I love the touch that as a ‘kindness’ she’ll destroy the notebook – beautiful touch and it humanises her in a very simple, deft way..
Lovely writing
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Sounds like a good book and you’ve written an intriguing introduction.
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Nicely written. And an interesting premise.
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