A Way Off This World
This flash fiction was inspired by Alicia ‘s Surreal Saturdays writing pompt.
By the third day, the river changed direction to match her steps.
It wasn't subtle. She checked twice. Same bend. Same timing.
The water tasted like pennies and something sweet gone bad.
The second swallow didn't go down clean. It paused. Then slipped.
She kept walking.
The bank narrowed.
The current followed.
Behind her, the mud smoothed itself flat.
No prints. No record.
Ahead, the river widened into something that didn't move at all.
Just waited.
Her stomach shifted.
The path wasn't leading her anywhere.
It was finishing something.
Your writing always hints at something so much bigger (and often darker) going on just outside the periphery of the story. It leaves the reader pining for more, every time. What happens to this lady?! P.S. Thanks so much for indulging my prompt, Miles!!🤗
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