I look at my hands. One of them says 'FLORA be brave'. I am Flora. Flora has anterograde amnesia. She can't remember anything day-to-day- the joke her friend made, the instructions her parents gave her, how old she is. Then she kisses a boy - her first kiss - and the next day she remembers it. The first time she's remembered anything since she was ten. But the boy is gone. Desperate to hold onto the memory and feelings of love, she sets off to the Arctic to find him. Why can she remember Drake? Could he be the key to everything else she's forgotten?
I look at my hands. One of them says 'FLORA be brave'. I am Flora. Flora has anterograde amnesia. She can't remember anything day-to-day- the joke her friend made, the instructions her parents gave her, how old she is. Then she kisses a boy - her first kiss - and the next day she remembers it. The first time she's remembered anything since she was ten. But the boy is gone. Desperate to hold onto the memory and feelings of love, she sets off to the Arctic to find him. Why can she remember Drake? Could he be the key to everything else she's forgotten?
