This isn’t my usual content, but I wanted to share one of my favorite flash fictions that I wrote. I shared a short excerpt to our literary class in the first week of school, but I have been rewriting and editing it since in my free time.
What Was The Time Again?
The air was thick, too thick. My senses kicked into hyperdrive as I felt a hand brush the skin of the back of my neck. I had not been expecting to meet a friend nor randomly see anyone I knew on this bench in the subway, but maybe this could be coincidentally. I jerked my neck vigorously to look behind me, but no one was there. I froze and got chills down my spine, the hair on my arms stood up.
I could feel the underground-concrete area around me spin as I sat there stationary. The feeling in my fingertips go numb, cold like the tip of an iceberg. My vision goes blurry. Suddenly I am transported to an alternate dimension where I am not at the subway station anymore. I am instead at my original destination for the day: my grandmother’s house.
At my grandmother’s house, I find the two cats that roam the property. They are two orange-tabby cats that circle your ankles if you get too close. Looking up, I notice the dark and ominous clouds heading my way. The wind picks up as I continue to walk through my grandmother’s garden that has a fountain in the middle, still unsure how in the world I got here.
After many wasted paces, my attention is rerouted to an ear-splitting noise to the right side of the fountain. A blinding blue glow comes from the area. My corneas burn as my curious body takes control and approaches before my brain can reason with it. The blue glow intensifies so much that I go back into that state I was in before, everything spinning while I’m completely still.
I am once again teleported, but now I’m back home. I found myself in my bed, just waking up from what seemed like sleep. I pulled the blankets back and got out of the bed, walking towards the main room to figure out what the hell was actually happening. My mom sat at the island, cup of coffee in hand the smell lingered all the way towards me. She only blinked at me, there seemed like there was some sort of communication that wanted to happen but couldn’t. I continued around the house looking around for answers for what is happening.
I entered my little brother’s room: “Maddox are you in here?” I called out hoping for a response. “Yeah, I’m playing with legos” he yelled from around the corner. I peered around and he was wearing the same sleeping clothes I had changed him out of this morning. I ignored that small detail and told him to just continue and smiled so he wouldn’t be worried.
Maybe I time traveled? Grandma’s house? The blue glowing orb thing? What happened to mom? Why can’t she speak? All of the questions raced through my mind as I thought out the day I originally thought I had gone through. I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and I was wearing the pajamas I had on this morning just like my brother. The day was still Tuesday, which confirms my time travel suspicions. Now to figure out the rest.
