Hi! Today, I'm posting a little bit of flash fiction that I wrote for JD Mader's 2-minute writing challenge. It's on his blog, Unemployed Imagination, every Friday if you fancy a go. Cheers.
It’s the silence
It’s the silence at the end of the world she wants, where
the edge spills into nothing. A void as fathomless as it is wondrous. A place
so still that everything will stop. No sound, no words, no colour. She imagines
it grey. Neither black nor white, for those two opposites hold no meaning.
Only grey tells the truth and casts a mirror up for all
to see their flaws, their holes, their beauty – who they really are deep
inside. For when the world finally rolls upon its side the only thing worth
knowing will be the grey. The only thing left to hold. She dips her hand into the river and spreads her bony
fingers wide, letting the water drip, drip, drip… away.
copyright Vickie Johnstone
