• She lay on her stomach. Her light brown hair flowed around her head. Her face was down in the water.



    His eyes opened slowly. The sun shone down on his face, yet he was cold. His body ached, but why? He sat up and looked around. There was nothing near. Just dirt, where was he? Who was he? Why was he wearing only boxers?

    Questions flooded his mind. He had no idea what was going on. He couldn’t remember anything. Well that was a lie, all he could remember was a girl floating in the water, dead. But it worried him. Was he the one who killed her? How did he know her? Who was she and why was she the only think he could remember?

    He stood and noticed a road. Okay, so he wasn’t alone, completely. There had to be someone coming down the road at some point. He walked toward it and looked down it then up. Nothing for miles, he figured. So he stood in the middle of the road. Sure, someone would see him and ask questions, right?

    Wrong….

    A car sped toward him. s**t. Was all he could think. He moved out of the way as a young teenage boy yelled out the window. “Stupid ********, stay out of the road!” and continued on his way. Bad idea.

    He walked along the side of the road, heading, who knows where. It was better then standing there waiting for someone nice enough to give him a lift or help him out. He just walked.

    Not many cars passed in the next hour, maybe five at the most. What was he going to do? He couldn’t walk forever. He was dehydrated and tired. No longer cold, now that he has been moving and the sun warmed him.

    He tried to remember something, anything. There had to be more then just the memory of a dead girl. There just had to be something. His name, what was his name? “Seriously, I need a name.” He said out loud. He jumped at the sound of his voice.

    Not long after he decided to use the name Kenneth Graybar. Yes, he made the name up out of thin air. But he needed a name. He didn’t want to walk around all day, finally find a way out of there and have them leave because he won’t give them a name. He refused to be stuck on this road for hours on end to days. That wasn’t going to go well in his book. And he didn’t want to be known as John Doe either. That’s what police named unknown people, right? Well it wasn’t going to be his new name. If anything he would pick his name.

    Kenneth sat on the side of the road. He was too tired to move on. It felt like he had been walking for an entire day, though in reality it had been three hours. He was thirsty, tired, hungry, and in pain. This was not happening. It couldn’t be. He had to be having a horrible dream, one in which all his thought had been lost and he couldn’t remember. It was all a nightmare.

    But then again, you couldn’t feel so much pain dreaming, could you?

    There goes his only excuse. Maybe he was drunk. But he couldn’t be, or he wouldn’t be walking straight. His head was a little fuzzy, maybe he was waking from a horrible hang over? Who knows? Maybe he will never. But he could live with that, he really didn’t want to remember his old life, if the only thing he remembers is a dead girl.

    He stood and continued walking. He thought about her the whole time. A name popped in his head, Rosalia (Rosa-Lee-Ah). Was it her name? It was possible. Another image passed through his mind. Her face, high cheek bones, small but perfect lips, light golden brown eyes with a hint of green. She was a dream. So young, maybe twenty years old, give or take a few years. Why would anyone kill her?

    Kenneth got tired of questioning himself, questioning everything. Though he was going to be doing it a lot now, if he didn’t, then how was he ever going to figure out who he really is? He wouldn’t be able to. But for now, questions were a big “No” in his book.

    It was another few hours before someone stopped. “Are you alright?” He asked. Kenneth was shocked and a bit stunned. Do I look aright? He felt like asking. But decided not to, it may be for the best.

    “N-no….” Kenneth replied. “Can you bring me to the nearest town?” He looked at the guy in the car. He looked about sixty, maybe more. Thank you. God bless the elderly. He thought. He may actually be able to get somewhere.

    “There is a town about ten miles, I can take you there.” The man replied, Kenneth smiled a thanks.. “I am Frank Hemlock.” Frank said as Ken entered the car.

    “Kenneth Graybar.” He buckled his seat belt and relaxed a bit. He hoped Frank would keep down on the questions. He seemed like the type not to butt into peoples business. But you can’t judge a book by its cover.

    “What are you doing all the way out here, in boxer shorts?” He asked. Ken let out a sigh. How do I explain to him that I have no idea? He questioned himself. Ken cleared his throat and looked in the mirror. So, he looked to be about 23, dirty blond hair, possibly without the dirty. Green eyes, strong nose and square chin. He could pass for a collage student; that is if he wasn’t one anyway.

    “College thing, you know how they can get.” He said simply. Frank nodded and started to ramble on about his days in college. Great. He likes to tell stories. He thought. He just nodded every few minutes and laughed when Frank did. This will be a long 10 miles. He leaned back and watched the abandon road pass.