Category: Mainstream Publisher: J Russell Rose
Type: Fiction
Pages: 276
Copyright: July 1, 2006
Successful author awakens one morning with no memory - as if he's somehow entered someone else's world. His weeks and months ahead lead him down the backroads of Appalachia, tracing the footpaths of his ancestors, In Search of Himself.
Mainstream fiction.
Excerpt
In Search of Himself
He awoke that Monday morning – a lifetime ago now, or so it seemed, in another man’s world; in another man’s house; wearing another man’s beige silk pajamas. He tried sitting, only to be greeted by a sudden sickening pain in the back of his head, which caused him to question the wisdom of any movement.
Only after waiting several minutes, did he summon the courage to open his eyes again; very slowly this time, and only when the pain had subsided sufficiently to make the effort possible. He surveyed the darkened room – a living room. He was lying on the sofa, in what seemed to be the approximate center of the room, facing a dark cold fireplace. Hints of a bright sunlit day outside slipped in around the edges of the heavy draperies on the windows. No other light was visible.
With sudden ear-splitting shrillness, a phone came to life in the darkness, causing him to clasp one hand over each ear pressing in hard, praying that the pressure and the noise baffle would prevent his head from exploding with each ring. He sighed in relief when an answering device stopped the sound.
“Hi. This is Laura. Phil and I are not here at the moment. Please leave a message…”
“Phil. Are you there? It’s me. I’m sorry for leaving without talking to you. It just didn’t seem there was anything further to say. I thought I could catch you before you left this morning, but, I guess not…”
Silence returned as the voice of the caller trailed off.
“…I’ll talk to you later.”
Confused and disoriented, he tried rising again, this time with a little more success and a little less pain, bringing his body to a seated position. He didn’t recognize the voice on the phone and he didn’t know anyone named Phil.
Whatever was going on and how he got here were a total mystery. He sensed there was probably no one else in the house – though he couldn’t be certain. And, he felt no particular threat or danger - after all he was wearing silk pajamas. Whose they were, though, and how he got into them were questions yet to be answered.
He gently placed one foot on the floor; then the other. Just as he felt sufficient bravery to stand, once more the phone came to life, sickening resounding shock waves raced through his throbbing head. He gasped as he grabbed his ears again.
The same message as earlier was followed this time by, “Phil, it’s Barry. Goddamn it Phil, where are you? You were supposed to be here already. Call me.”
Overcome with a flood of nausea, he forced himself to stand. He knew he was going to be sick; hoping he could navigate the spinning room and find the bathroom before it happened, he groped his way toward the darkened interior of the house.
His reward for the arduous quest, the cold tiled floor, soothed his burning feet as he stepped from the thick carpet of the hallway into the large bathroom. The unknown troubling contents of his stomach having left his body, he turned on the shower and stepped into the icy cold spray, first giving his body another momentary shock, then followed by soothing relief from the nausea. He stayed in the shower for what seemed a very long time, alternating the cold water with very hot, letting the steam open his head and body pores at the end.
Shaky, but feeling less pain, he stepped from the shower and wrapped the large towel around his waist after rubbing his head and body hoping to stimulate enough blood flow to his brain so as to figure out a few dozen things – not the least of which were: who he was; where he was; and how he had gotten here?
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