Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Hurray for Flash Fiction Day!!

Good morning, one and all!
Today is 
Did ya hear the angels sing?
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In the spirit of Flash Fiction Day
and for the love of all things wordy,
I am sharing with you, my dear friends,
a lil dity I put together just yesterday morning.
And without further ado,
I give you--

THIS FIC IS NOT YET TITLED
Dedicated to 
@bullishink for her encouragement
@citygirlinAK for her hand holding

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Sophie opened her bedroom door in a stupor. She stood in the threshold and examined the room. Everything was in its place— same pale blue walls, same white curtains, same quilted bedspread. Pictures of her friends lined the vanity mirror and a pair of socks dangled from the hamper. She breathed in the scent of cinnamon. All of it familiar, yet none of it felt real.

Closing the bedroom door, she walked to her bed and dropped down to sit, resting her head in her hands. Her eyes slide shut and she ran her fingers through her hair. Behind her eyelids, she envisioned a field of gold and a barefoot young man running through it. His laughter filled her ears.

“This is my world. This is where I belong. This is my reality,” she said over and over again, her voice whisper soft and lacking conviction.

Sophie raised her head. Her eyes scanned the room once more and collided with her reflection in the vanity’s mirror.  Her face looked haggard—her green eyes lined with red, her dark hair wild.

Could he be watching her? she wondered. Her stomach fluttered at the thought. She knew the probability of him being there was slim to none, but just the thought made her heart swell and her hands tremble.

Sophie stood and walked toward the vanity, but stopped in the middle of the room. She reminded herself to breathe, begged her heart to slow down, believed she might be insane. But she knew the impossible truth, Luke was real.

There were so many things she had wanted to tell him, but didn’t. And maybe, just maybe, she could say them now and he would know how she felt.

She swallowed hard and took the final steps that brought her directly in front of the mirror. Her knees pushed up against the table.

Sophie raised her hand, stretching her fingers out wide. Her palm connected with the hard cold glass of the mirror and she shivered.

“Luke,” she whispered and stalled.

She drew in an unsteady breath and imagined she was staring into his eyes. She watched a tear slip down her cheek. 

“Luke, if you’re there, I…” she paused, closed her eyes tight and started again. “I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for bring me into your world, for sharing your magic with me. I wish I could have… I wish I would have told you, but I was frightened.”

Sophie’s eyes popped open and she looked into the mirror— deep into the mirror— past the image of herself and straight into the heart of the world beyond it.

“I love you,” she said. “And I will never forget you.”

On the other side of the mirror, a young man stood with his hand pressed in perfect alignment with Sophie’s and his eyes stared directly into hers.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

Fin.
 word count: 485

12 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful story - I love it. Perfect for Flash Fiction Day xx

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    1. THANK YOU! I've had this stuck in my head for so long, it's nice to see it out in the wild. =)

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  2. Poignant and full of pent up emotion, lovely Ang. I loved that he was right there with her even though she can't see him...

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    1. Thank you! I'm so glad the pent up emotions came out. The whole idea for this story started with the idea that a girl was in her room and a boy was watching her through her mirror. I didn't know if I should call the cops or swoon.

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  3. Love this Ang, I also love the title ;) x

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    1. I thought you might. *wink wink*

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  4. I love the concept and how you filled it with such a sense of longing ... oh so lovely!!

    Thank you for allowing me to twist your arm into writing something for today ~ and thanks for the shout out!!

    Inky Hugs :)

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    1. The arm twisting was enjoyed and this little ditty has been poking at me for a year now. I'm so glad someone finally inspired me to let it out! THANK YOU!!

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  5. Really, totally awesome! Such a beautiful flash fic :-)

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    1. *blushes* Aw shucks! THANK YOU!

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  6. Ang, so wonderful. What a great scene with that longing emotion we love to sniffle at. I'm so glad you decided to plow ahead with us crazies and write. You go, girl!

    Inky howls OOooOooOoOOO :O

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    1. I love the inky howls!!
      And I'm so glad I found y'all, cause sharing with this crew of crazies is AWESOME!
      *HUGS ALL AROUND*

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