Drag Hunt
“So that’s it? I
can just take her and go?”
He twitched one eyebrow
and smiled.
I wasn’t reassured;
it reminded me that he had teeth. I shivered at the sight of the extra incisors.
“Stay or go. As
you can.”
I straightened,
easing cramps my immobility had caused. She whimpered and I shushed her
absently, eyes never leaving him as I backed away.
“Good luck” his voice
thrummed in my guts like a bass amplifier turned to eleven.
I turned, beginning
as swift an ascent as my tender burden allowed. I was puzzled; concerned by his
acquiescence to losing his latest prize.
The stairs
seemed endless. I worried that was his meaning, before we emerged into the
half-light.
Just sit on the
quantum anchor, tied as it was to our reality, and we’re home free.
I looked out –
and understood his smile.
Heavy footfalls
shook the stairs behind me.
150 words
@nickjohns999
This story was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare Flash Fiction Challenge
Atmospheric and creeeeeepy. Would love some more details, though, to really wrap my mind around the scene. So many questions! What did he see when he broke into the open??
ReplyDeleteHi Angela. He saw an endless field of chairs similar to the one that he had arrived on - which was his?
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