False Memories


At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. ðŸ˜‰

Have you heard of the Mandela Effect? It's when you mistakenly recall events or experiences that have not occurred. (Definition via this website.)

What if the Mandela Effect is us actually remembering an alternate timeline? 

And I'm not the first one to think of this...

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