Tag: Flash Fiction

She looks down upon him and smiles, before looking back up at her. “Will they be happy?” She nods her head in reply, before holding out her hand. “Concern yourself with these no more, this part of your journey is over and I have many wonderful things to show you.”

“And that, as they say in the movies, is that!” she says with a broad smile across her face. “This ain’t a fucking movie Stacy, and I ain’t gonna follow some soulless script, written by a nobody. This is real life, and in real life everyone dies, even the hero!”

The sharpness of words not said digs themselves inside his skull, and as he turns sharply he stops for the first time since he started this walk, or is it finished it, he and stares towards the sea of eyes that stare back. “T-There’s so many of them,” he whispers.

The images criss-cross across his eyes and he feels his legs begin to give way. He lunges forward with a cry, throwing all his weight behind what he perceives as his final maneuver. He lands awkwardly, but away from the pulsating lights that have up until now left him comatose.

“The ball was not as enjoyable as I had hoped, there were too many memories lost within the walls of the old hall, memories that took control of my senses,” she says through tear filled eyes. “Memories? What sort of memories do you have from there?” “They weren’t my memories.”