A creative thought flashed through my brain. I dashed up the stairs two at a time, pushed open the office door.

Furniture, hidden beneath mountains of miscellaneous debris and detritus.

I gaped.

A recollection weeviled into my mind.

Gone.

The fog enveloped me again, and I turned and stumbled downstairs.

Jess Dubois, a retiree living near the coast in Kent, has just started writing flash fiction. When not writing she enjoys juggling all the writing, painting, and baking in her life.