Here’s my response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, which can be found here. I wasn’t entirely sure how this would end when I started it, but I actually really like how it turned out.
Word Count: 146
I look out past the streaking rain, at the watercolor scene beyond. It’s a blur of reds and oranges, so vibrant and alive. The rain patters softly against the window, a steady beat of water on glass.
“Do you see it?” she asks.
I look again, deeper and closer, through the rain, through the colors, through everything.
“Yes,” I reply.
It’s only a single spot, a splatter of midnight amidst the endless autumn colors, but it seems realer than everything else. I reach out and press my finger to it. I expect to feel the glass, but I don’t. My finger slips through, as if passing through a veil.
“It’s always there,” she says. “Just out of sight. Hidden.”
She smiles and puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Go on. Step through. Don’t be afraid.”
I take a deep breath, then step into the infinite unknown.