In retrospect, I still haven’t really got the idea of Flash Fiction.
This is a recent effort, inspired by the prompt of “No Trespassing.” It made me wonder, what more intimate place is there to trespass?
Hopefully, I shall become more adept in this craft…one day.
A Door Slammed Shut.
“Continue listening to my voice. Feel the relaxation wash over you in waves. With each ebb and flow, you are more relaxed, more at ease, and more open to my suggestion. So relaxed now. You feel like you are floating.
Now, I want you to visualise the door. Imagine every detail. See the grain, the handle, the panelling. Feel yourself opening the door and stepping through.
You are back in the room.
Can you see it? Smell the air; feel the carpet under your feet.
Who do you notice? What does their face look like? Does it look like mine?”