The New Memory Sucks


This was on me. I knew that.

Chance was a shit, but he was my little brother after all. And what he wanted wasn’t much. Besides, it would get him to finally shut up about the house.

“Ok. Get in the car, then.”

We didn’t recognize the place. The whole house had been ripped away like some giant hand had come down and scooped it up. We stared at it for a long time.

“Where’d the house go?” was all Chance would say.

Driving back, I knew it would have been better to let him keep the old memory instead.