Flash Friday, December 12, 2014
Every Friday our challenge is to craft a 150-word story (10-word leeway) based on the photo prompt. Here's the picture--and my post:
Wine Glass. CC2 photo by BlakJakDavy. |
SHIR-ASH
159 words
Some say
we’re the souls of the damned. We exist in eternal fire until Satan drags us
above ground to help humans remember Hell.
Is it true?
This roiling, folding heat that embraces me—it’s all I’ve ever known. I
desperately want out, but I don’t know why.
After
millennia of sliding past my fellows, persistently seeking escape from the
fiery chamber, I find a fissure in the earth. In a rush I am expelled. I am
transformed. I expand into lightness and float, sailing on cold currents,
confined no more.
I drift for
days, gradually losing altitude until I approach my final resting place of
freedom. The grass? The river? No, I fall into another chamber of red. I float
on the thick liquid. Sweet. Cool. I am alone.
Surely this
is Heaven.
The chamber
moves, sweetness crashing around me, crushing me. I’m thrown into a dark
tunnel. Another, larger chamber of darkness awaits below.
Surely this
is Hell.
Thanks for stopping by. Try your hand at flash fiction--it can be addicting!
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