“Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.” – Jeanette Winterson
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
The place was dark… dark, wet and cold. Her body was tangled between the rocks as waves upon waves of water lashed her. The pair of blue jeans and yellow tank top she was wearing was shredded. At some point, she’d lost the flip flops she’d been wearing. Her ankle was twisted at an unnatural angle and there was a ghastly wound at the hair line of her head. Slowly, ever so slowly, she regained consciousness. As she blinked her eyes into focus, the salt water burned her. Coughing to empty the sea water lodged in her lungs, she heaved several times before she was able to breathe freely. Drained of strength, she struggled to put herself into a sitting position, propping her battered and bruised body on a la
