"I used to have a drawer where the nice things lived: posh candles and fancy bubble bath; two flagons of Greek extra virgin olive oil; that Aesop handwash, to bring out for visitors. A bottle of fizz gathered dust on the kitchen side and, in the bathroom, an expensive moisturiser remained unopened. Life's little luxuries, I believed, weren't for enjoying now, but were to be saved for some unspecified special time in the future."
"I crossed the road. Nothingness follows. I have a vague visual vignette of being sprawled out on grass, staring up, faces peering down from a height. Next, I'm in an ambulance with no specific sensory memory attached, save wanting to speak to my boyfriend, only my brain was unable to ascertain who or where he was, or if we were even still together."
"It wasn't until months later, after the police had finished gathering evidence, that the details of what had happened were shared with me. I'd been walking along the side of the quiet, pavement-less street when an octogenarian driver ploughed into me from behind. He then drove away, apparently unaware of the body-on-bonnet contact, despite the human-shaped dent I'd left on his car."
An individual kept small luxuries unused, saving them for an unspecified future. A road collision in Bermuda left the individual with extensive injuries and large memory gaps surrounding the event. Immediate memories vanished: moments before and hours after are blank, with only fragmented images of being sprawled on grass and then in an ambulance. A nurse informed the individual of the accident and survival. Police later revealed that an octogenarian driver struck the individual from behind, then drove off without apparent awareness. The impact propelled the body over a stone wall and down about 12ft, causing multiple fractures and soft-tissue injuries.
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