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Okay… now on to the important business of the day… Flash Fiction… Setting the timer for five minutes. I have a bad headache, and I’m wondering what I can write with this kind of distraction. Go…
I ease into the long hallway. Whiteness blinds me. Where does it go? Should I really be here?
I turn back, but the door has closed. No other path lies before me than the one straight ahead. Lights swirl, voices of the past berate me. Was I sad? No. But was I ever happy? Did I do enough?
Three steps further. The light is blinding. How far must I go? How far can I go?
The hallway ends. The sounds stop. All but a handle disappears. I’m compelled to take it, to turn the handle and face what lies behind the door, but terror fills my soul.
I don’t know what lies on the other side. I gasp for breath, but there is none. The air disappears. There is no longer a choice. I must move on. I grasp the handle, and turn.
A breeze hits my face. Terror subsides.
I walk through.
(Time: Four minutes … sans correcting typographical errors.)
Note: No, I am not contemplating taking that “long walk”, but I did write this with a mild migraine, and the lights are hurting my brain. That may be where that idea came from.