Here’s an interesting piece I just read on WordPress.
Originally posted on Short Stories of the Ordinary:
She was trying to find answers to the questions posed by blackout nights. She laid them out methodically on the floor paying careful attention to chronology and came face to face with the eyes of the carefree. Through time the numbers in the photographs got thinner, her skin grew thicker and eyes glazed over. Carefree was replaced by nihilism and an internal anarchy.
The story stopped at twenty-three.
Now she was twenty-nine. She still had no answers to what it was that she had been doing all of that time.