Finders Keepers

Memory story prompt

"So, Mrs. Smith, is it?" The older man looked doubtfully down his nose, eyes squinted in scrutiny.

"I don't remember, sir," I mumbled, hearing my voice for the first time. Was it honestly so small?

He grunted and paced back to his desk, removing a wee object from one of its drawers and placing it in the palm of my hand. Before I could take in what it was, pictures flashed through my mind.

"Joe, give that back!" I cried, running on shorter legs through the woods.

"Finders keepers!" he called back, laughing.

"Joe," I growled, older now, holding my once-friend at gun-point, "Hands up. You're under arrest -"

More pictures...

"What-what was that?" I stammered, peering down at the stone in my hands. Written in marker across the surface was "Mrs. Smith's life."

"That," said the man, "was your past. I literally gave you your life back."