Another 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge. A quick heads-up: its pretty bleak.
So strap in!
He remembers bargaining.
“John, we’re not staying for dinner, we’re not staying at all. We’re going to mothers.”
He remembers pleading.
“It’s no use, its over. We’re moving on, John. You need to do the same.”
He remembers threatening.
“This! This is why we can’t stay John! You cling too close. Sometimes you frighten me. Frighten us.”
Then… he doesn’t remember.
“John, what do you have th… No! John, put it down. John, don’t do this! NO!”
After, he remembers sounds; a ringing in his ears; a buzzing kitchen alarm; a soft dripping; sirens.
He remembers the taste of metal.
Word Count: 100
Ok, here we are again at the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle, and this one… well this one disturbed me a bit. (My story disturbed me, not the photo which is lovely and has a melancholy feel to it). As a result, it is the first one I have ‘hidden’ behinds the click through – normally I put the story first and this discussion afterwards.
I… I’m not entirely sure why.
I cant really answer that, except that this one seemed a little too close, a tad more emotional than I normally, write. Is it? I don’t know (you tell me!), I’m not a good judge I guess.
Let me know what you think. Have I overreacted? Is it any good? Always interested in your thoughts, positive or negative.