Who knows where the time goes : Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Who knows where the time goes?

Alice slipped further into the armchair, feeling the weight of her body ease slowly into the cushions as she fought back the waves of nausea that were engulfing her.

The needle in the crook of her arm was throbbing and she fought the impulse to rip it out. So much pain in her body.
Even breathing seemed to be too much effort. It would be easier just to let go.

But not yet.

Through her half opened eyes she saw the nurse approaching but couldn’t find the courage or the force to stay awake and, instead, drifted further and further into the silent, inodorous, unfeeling darkness.

No more pain, no more suffering, just a soft voice singing in the darkness and the vision of a beautiful shimmering white peacock.

Someone squeezed her hand and awakening, she saw her daughter Melanie in a long white dress with a sparkling tiara, humming a song while waving her fairy wand in a vague circle of eight.

Definitely not yet.

It’s Tuesday and here is my entry to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge.

Although the prompt is stunning (Thanks to Sonya, with the blog, Only 100 Words). I was also inspired this week by the wonderful song sang by Sandy Denny.

20 thoughts on “Who knows where the time goes : Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

  1. That was a really great story! My favorite line is “Through her half opened eyes she saw the nurse approaching but couldn’t find the courage or the force to stay awake and, instead, drifted further and further into the silent, inodorous, unfeeling darkness.”

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