Welcome to, Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #103 🙂
How could this image (my cover photo) NOT inspire me to write something?!! It immediately caught my eye and got the creative wheels turning. I’m really looking forward to reading other submissions cause I’m sure they will go a number of different directions.
THE CHALLENGE: Write a Flash Fiction piece or poem, inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.
Please visit the original link to participate or read other submissions, https://fivedotoh.com/2021/02/01/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-103/
It was not her first attempt, and not the first time it was foiled. She’d climb to the rafters, grab the noose, and loop it around her neck. But, the moment she jumped, she was caught in mid air by invisible forces. The noose removed itself, and she was gently returned to the floor.
By the fourth try, she was beside herself. “Just let me go!” she screamed, “I have nothing left to live for!”
She curled in the fetal position in the corner of the attic and sobbed. Her stomach churned, as it had been doing a lot lately. “Are you making me sick too?” her echoing voice cried.
She went downstairs, aimlessly wandering the large, empty house her parents left her when they recently passed away in a car accident, feeling lonely, hopeless, and still sick.
“I have nothing to live for,” she repeatedly murmured before running to the bathroom for the fifth time that week. With her forehead resting on the rim of the toilet bowl, it hit her …Could I be pregnant?
She dashed to the pharmacy and bought a test. Once back, she stared at her watch; the longest two minutes of her life. She watched a pink line emerge…then another. Her initial reaction was disbelief, followed by confusion and fear. But then, she found herself overwhelmed by a wave of pure joy.
Returning to the attic, she carefully climbed to the rafters and removed the noose. And, as she walked out the door, she turned and silently thanked the spirits of her parents for saving her baby, their grandchild’s, life.