Silver Night (On hold with the occasional update)

Walking down the street on a cool September evening you could smell rain that was still in the air from the morning’s storm. Frost was starting to form on the leaves that were hidden in the shade from the setting sun; sure signs of winter are around the corner. Knowing only my name, my life before this moment is gone, gone from my memory like notes erased from a black board, and that my feet bare and numb against the cold asphalt. The only thing I know to be true is that I am alive the pain from stepping on loose rocks confirms it and that there is a set of lights coming my way.

They are stopping. What is that getting out from behind the lights? Why are they so bright?

Everything went black.