What If... I Remember?
by Heather Mar-Gerrison
“Mr Mancini?”
“Um, yeah.” I replied trying to stretch out my cramped muscles and get my head in gear.
“Can you come to the hospital, we have just brought a young man in, who keeps asking for Ben Mancini. We found your name in his phone – do you have a brother or ah, a close friend, sir?”
He’d been in an accident obviously – but he hadn’t asked for his lover, John Jamieson. No. He’d asked for me…