the girl with the ouroboros tattoo shot me in the head and i saw the information start to leak out, yeah not much but there were a few precious memories and some significant knowledge that seemed to drain from the hole left by her bullet. she smiled as i fell on my knees trying to stop the leak. 'fucking hell why?'
'most of that stuffs junk baby, need to make room for the important stuff.'
i watched some memories from my first marriage slip away, a honeymoon, some time on a boat, various skool years, family stuff when i was a kid, people, faces, places...'
she stood there the gun in her hand, all made up, looking sexy and dangerous, i think i must have smiled, a memory of when i was a social worker leaked through my fingers quickly followed by a destructive relationship with a girl who liked horses. i noticed her shoes were new, high heels tiger print. i tried stuffing a memory of my parents back in but it just dissolved between my fingers, 'fuck' i said despairingly.
in the end i knew i was gonna lose it all, well most of it and eventually they stopped bleeding and she knelt down and wiped the wound, she kissed my forehead and whispered in her soft voice, 'we will get you some new ones baby.'
i looked in her eyes and knew she was telling the truth, some kind of recognition, i had lived this life before, i know how it ends, i know how it begins, i looked at that tattoo and smiled.