Madeline’s POV
To call this a “flashback” would be a crime.
But I’m not quite sure if “segments” is the right word either.
What exactly did I experience the second those tunes hit my ears?
All I recall is a spark of recognition. My brain whirrs, a tornado of memory caught up in its own winds violently cascading around me. Each moment leaving before I have enough time to savor or even process it.
I go through… cycles. Phases? No, flashes.
Is there a right word for this?
Sense.
A sound.
I hear the engine clash with the radio, each wave sending buzzing energy.
Andrew’s driving, I’m in the back seat. Cotton candy lingers on my mouth and I can hear the sound of pleasant screaming fading in the distance. I stretch out further, my mind blanks in exhaustion but my ears lay awake. I
