If you were a fan of LOST, this blog is for you.
THREE WEEKS AGO
The phone rang. It was my sister’s daughter’s cousin. Also known as…my daughter.
THIRTY YEARS AGO
My sister’s mother’s sister called. Also known as my aunt. (Dun-dun-dun! Insert scary music here to foreshadow certain bloodshed),
My aunt called my daughter. I fell down the stairs. There was blood.
THIRTY MINUTES AGO
I fell up the stairs. More blood. My aunt’s sister’s daughter, also known as my sister met someone I used to know. (Dun-dun-dun! More scary music).
THREE YEARS AGO
Dodged a bullet. Didn’t know it. There was blood. Not mine.
Found a hatch. Bright light. No, wait, it’s just the toilet. I’m going in.
THREE HOURS AGO
THREE SECONDS AGO
I’m back. What happened? I don’t know. The writers don’t know. There was blood. Not sure what happened to my sister’s mother’s younger daughter. Dun-dun-dun.