Free writing 38: Mummies

Dawes.

He heard his name spoken in whispers.  His family name, the one he did not like to be called.  Did not like to be reminded of.  It was spoken in a thin, curling strand that swirled through his thoughts, from one end of his mind to the other, picking up and sifting between memories, like a brisk stream of water that eroded the sand through which it flowed.  It woke him in the night.  It stopped him in mid-sentence when he was talking to his class.  It blasted across his mind and threw him into empty fugues to which he lost hours.  Dawes.

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