A Spell of Amnesia
By Sara Codair
The yellow note was the sole splash of color in the monochrome hall, appearing blank to anyone lacking supernatural sight.
Horacio took a deep breath, channeled energy though the tattoo on his forhead and opened his third eye.
Slanted words materialized: “Usted, dice amigo y entra.”
Horacio spoke, stepping through the door to a conservatory filled with palms and orchids.
“Juan?” he choked on the humidity. “You here?”
“Hola, primo. What can I do for you?”
“Sell me spell of forgetfulness. Por favor.” He handed Juan a fifty.
“Again?”
“Si!”
Juan rolled his eyes.
Horatio woke in a white room with no memory of who he was and how he got there.
© 2016 Sara Codair
This piece of micro fiction was originally written for 100 Word Story’s Monthly Photo Challenge. It did not win, so I made a few revisions and decided to share it here.
interesting story
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I love the name Horacio, an the use of another language. how did you come up with that name??
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I don’t remember exactly. It was just in my head.
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Nice! Great job. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Well done, this was a very imaginative story to read!
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