In an effort to restart my writing engine, I'm doing a nightly writing prompt. I'll be posting the resulting paragraphs here, no matter how rough.
Prompt: Write about the first memory that comes back to an amnesiac
I'd hoped I'd remember something about myself. An insight, a place, or hell, my name. Instead his face rose in my mind, a shape darkening the blank space, all angles and crevices in the soothing white snow. I must have gasped because the doctor asked "What is it? What do you remember?"
"My teacher," I said. "The one who taught me to forget."