Golden Amnesia

She sighed. “I suppose you ate Bill. You know, I was saving him for me? But…it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I can’t really be mad.” She smiled. “It’s been forever, sister.”

I stared. Sister? But I didn’t have a…or did I? I looked again. She did look a little familiar—a little similar to the way I looked in the mirror. And those eyes—those deep, sea-green eyes…

Those eyes were looking at me now. “Is something wrong?”

I shook my head. “No, nothing’s wrong, except—I’m sorry, do I know you?”

She stared. “Do you know me? You’ve forgotten all those years we spent together on that island in the Tyrrhenian Sea?”

I racked my brains, trying to remember. There was some sort of hazy recollection of the sea, but I couldn’t tell whether that was even my own memory or that of some long-forgotten meal. “I’m sorry, I’ve got nothing.”

She sighed. “It was a long time ago, and sometimes memory can fail—especially if there is head trauma. Very well. My name is Ligeia; yours is Parthenope. We are sirens.”

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