“Nicht vergessen!”

The key was placed underneath the worded paperweight. She placed anything of importance here. Bills rarely paid, jobs rarely done, and the key remained beneath.

I couldn’t remember the translation, so I forgot…

how to eat…

what to think…

where is she?

I forget.

I always forget.

What?

Martin Shone cleans for a living and is not long away from being fifty, although he is forever twenty-eight.