/ Realistic / 14 Hours
Synopsis
"Morning sunshine," the homeless man says as he shakes twice and goes about his day.
My head is throbbing, I have cotton mouth something fierce, and I got no idea where the hell I am. Gathering my bearings I hear traffic from above and use my hand to cover the sun as I look up at the bridge above me. Checking my pockets I find my phone is thankfully intact and has a little power left.
It's nine in the morning. I have fourteen hours of lost memories.
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