In the Beginning
I snapped awake, my face was reflected from two glass eye-pieces.
I stared, like a snake hypnotised by a mongoose, vainly seeking clues in
mask or cloak.
My side throbbed and ached. I strained to move, to examine the wound but my
body would not obey my mind’s commands.
Who was he?
His head cocked to one side like a dog listening to a distant whistle.
“You can call me...Father.”
His finger unhooked my chin, and I fell, face down.
Searching for any shred of memory, I met a shining
wall of nothing, full headlights on fog.
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
Again the head moved.
“I brought you here. Obey my rules and you will prosper here. If you do
not...” he hissed, menace clear.
His retreating feet left no marks.
His retreating feet left no marks.
My questing hand felt another body.
I scrambled away.
I scrambled away.
Where was I?
“I call this place Eden.”
150 words
This story was written for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare and marks my return, after a long absence, to this wonderful weekly flash fiction
challenge.
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