I just went to look at the first few paragraphs of my short-sentence narrator. I don't think it's going to pass as a Dick and Jane primer, but to be fair, the man has just had a bit of a bad day.
What happened? Who messed with my memory? There was a bombardment, I remember that much. Noise and screams, and all sorts of bad ****. People lost, definitely. People I care about. Or cared about. And there’s not so many of them in the universe.
And I was in a ****ing wheelchair. I definitely remember that. In a wheelchair, in trouble, in pain, and now I’m ****** standing up. They said it would take months, so who stole my ***ing memory?
