Dear Diary
Sometimes I feel as if there is something I have forgotten. Something important. Something that I miss incredibly but I can't remember what it is.
My life is fantastic really, with a lovely husband and good house. Even my job is great, I always wanted to present a talk radio show, it suits me. Chatting to people, arguing. And being paid for it! I should be happy. If I didn't feel like something was missing.
The thing is I sometimes feel a strange connection to people. Those in trench coats, suits or Converse always seem oddly familiar to me. Other even stranger things ignite a spark of recognition, a mention of Pompeii on TV, librarys, Agatha Christie books, even dieting pills! Weirdest of all whenever my Sat-Nav tells me to turn left my immediate impulse is to turn right.
It's not natural to feel like this but at least it had't particually affected my life . But today that changed. I was getting a coffee after work and as I walked out of the shop I saw one of those old-fashioned police boxes, just standing on the pavement outside. I don't know what happened but I found myself standing in front of it. I slowly reached out to open the door but it was locked.
I took a step away from the police box and turned to walk away feeling strangely disappointed. That's when I saw him. A very young man wearing a tweed jacket and bow tie was making his way towards me, talking and laughing with a girl who had long ginger hair. I knew for a fact I had never seen him before, but for some reason he looked almost familiar. He turned towards me and our eyes met. He flinched turning white almost as if he had seen a ghost.
I nearly walked over there feeling irritated at this man who seemed scared of me. But instead I turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. Away from the police box. Away from him. As I reached the end of the the street I turned back round just once, and it had gone. The police box had vanished into thin air.
I don't dare tell anyone about what happened because they'll think I'm crazy. Perhaps I am crazy. Maybe that's why I feel like I have lost something I never had. Maybe that's why I feel I have forgotten my best friend.
Yours
Donna Temple-Nobel