Flash Fiction: The Password

Black Coffee: Sue DeGregorio-Rosen, Photographer

by LJ Frank

It’s important.

Be careful of what is important.

Hmm, I think I understand.

What were the hints?

There were none.


No. (Familiar sound in background)

How about the color of your first car or mother’s maiden name?

No. Nothing like that. No clues. No reminders.

How about where you met…your spouse?

 Which one? 

Which one? How many have there been?

The same as there are now. No one is implicated. 


Connecting the dots…you know what I mean?

What number am I?

What’s that supposed to mean?

What if it’s just a matter of waking up?

I am awake.

Are you sure? 

How does one know the difference? 

I have a thought.

What’s that?

What if there is no password? 

No password?

Just press the tiny bulge on your right arm above the wrist.

Then what?

Then blink your eyes and tell me what you think you see.