Flash Fiction #19
She blinked as the blinding lights struck her eyes again and again…
Where was she?
What am I doing here?
Who am I?
Forgotten details buzzed in the white noise inside her head, lost to coherent thought and making her dizzy and confused. The lights struck at her again causing her to grip the railing next to her, she turned her head to notice the river below. Something about the calm looking waters below was comforting, appealing to her need to stifle the chaos inside her head.
A gentle hand touched her shoulder…
“Alright there miss?” a soft voice asked.
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.
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Posted on Sep 23, 2015, in Flash Fiction and tagged Creativity, Flash Fiction. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.
Ryl's Rostrum 
You can’t just end it there, even if it is flash fiction. I wanna know what happened!
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I will see if my muse is inclined to flesh it out later… 😉
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It sounds like she might be saved.. sounds like she was in the wrong place at the right time.
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Something I wish for all those who find themselves in dark places..
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Hope she gets the help she needs. Good description of someone who is out of touch with reality and so sick.
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Nicely assembled. Always leave ’em wantin’ more. 🙂
I just posted comedy. Now I have to get my brain cells working. 😯
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Sounds like the start of something positive.
Good piece.
p.s. I know this is picky of me, but I can’t help but think that the bridge isn’t high enough to do any real damage, if you jumped off. I think you’d just get a wetting and some spoilt clothes.
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I am aware that the bridge in the picture isn’t really high enough to do any harm, there are those who are not always thinking clearly when in dark places and would try anyway in the hopes that they can at least drown.
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I’m sure you’re right. My comment wasn’t intended to be a criticism of your piece.
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I didn’t take it as one 🙂
Having danced with the darkness myself, I was sharing the insight of someone who has seen things from the inside… Conversation and knowledge help create understanding, or at least that is my hope ❤
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Sounds like someone’s come to help just at the right moment. Nice story.
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A kind voice, a cop I hope! Although sometimes those kind voices are attached to the nastiest killers. Sorry, just taking it one step further! Well done, always leave them wanting more!
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Wonderful story! The ending left me with having hope that she will be okay after all.
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A guardian angel!
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The description of her confusion and the calming depth beckoning to her is very convincing. Good thing that there seems to be someone who cares.
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the voice was as comforting as the water below…she’s saved…a beautiful end or a new beginning?….
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Sounds like the aftermath of an accident. Confusion, memory loss…perhaps she’s been hit? Well written, the confusion really comes through.
KT
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