My first attempts at flash fiction. Oh joy.
Unfortunately this is a memory and not fiction at all. It is lacking a definite conflict or resolution. <3
She looked at her phone then looked at the door. There was no reason for her to look at the door but it seemed like a safe place to look in the packed airport that morning.
Her teeth rattled because her bones were cold. When she tore her eyes away from the door, she smiled at every person whose eyes she met. It made her feel human when people smiled back. She hardly ever felt human.
Briefly questioning if she had somehow died on the car ride to the airport, she felt the invisible tunnel envelop her; all she could use to time her mortality was her heartbeat in that damned tunnel.
Not a pain tunnel, a tunnel of one voice and one mission: hers, die. Dizzying, a repeating internal death captured her again, in the suddenly silent airport.
Later, while having a gin and tonic at 10 AM before the flight, both she and the tunnel had loosened their grips. She tipped her drink in cheers, knowing hell never left, it just went quiet sometimes.
I looked at my phone and then the door. There was no reason for this but it seemed like a safe place to rest my eyes on in the packed airport that morning.
My teeth rattled because my bones were cold; my core was ice and it was summertime. Looking for warmth, I tore my eyes from the door; I smiled at every person whose eyes met mine. It made me feel human when people smiled back. I hardly ever felt human anymore.
I briefly considered that I might have died in a car accident on my way to the airport and then I felt it, the tunnel. It folded down around me; my heartbeat boomed all other sound into silence. I counted my mortality with that familiar tiny thunder.
Not a pain tunnel, a tunnel with one voice and one mission: mine, die. Dizzying, a repeating internal sense of expiration captured me in the suddenly silent airport.
Tick-tock. Boom. Pain. Promise of peace. Silence.
Later I sat down to have a gin and tonic. It was 10 AM and right before my flight. The tunnel and I, we had both loosened our grips. I tipped my drink in a cheers to the invisible, knowing hell never left, it just went quiet sometimes.