• Flash Fiction

    Quiet

    Reality is here. It’s settled into my senses and taken over my consciousness. Its sinewy tendrils, grabbing onto my vision and reaching from the corners of my mind, open me back up to the world. I hate it. Everything I fear is now in front of me, taunting me, goading me like a bully on a playground. All my problems, anxieties and shortcomings are there to greet me as well. I can feel each individual nerve in my body fire. I feel as though I’m exploding in slow motion from the inside, but also at the speed of light itself. I don’t like it. I stare. I want to do…