I have neglected to post my last several (dozen) works of flash fiction, but that stops today! Here was my first place winning entry to March 20th’s flash friday prompt. You can also check out my winner’s interview here.
“Energy is not created nor destroyed, all that there ever was, so there is now.” Dr. Howard scratched the words ‘Conservation of energy’ across the dusty blackboard. Physics, the only class I ever failed.
The sky is above me. But it’s not all puffy clouds and soaring birds. Smog paints the stratosphere in jaundiced hues. There are power lines and buildings framing my spotted vision.
Last time the sky was cerulean. And I wasn’t alone. There were men all around, sporting musket holes, and trading groans.
But the time before, the sky was black. So were my robes, my hair, my blade’s sheath. I never saw the arrow coming, but I did feel it burrow into my chest. Blood welled, leaking with each shuttering thump of my foolish heart.
“The atoms in your body were forged in stars, breathed by mammoths. All that you are will never disappear. It will merely change shape.”
Warped sirens. The cold pull of blood-loss sinking me into the asphalt. I’ll be the headline on the 6:00 news. ‘Twenty Year Old Stabbed in Broad Daylight’.
Knife, musket, arrow. Burning in the heart of stars, raining, freezing, digesting, growing, decaying. I feel it all.
All that there ever was, so there is now.
Thanks for reading!