I haven’t felt much like writing the last few days. Too much … too much sadness and badness and hopelessness. No doubt that’s why when I WAS inspired to write today, it’s a bit dark. Doubly dark. So it’s a two for one today: flash fiction AND a haiku.
PART ONE: FLASH FICTION
It had always bugged me. That door. It wasn’t in the center! And that blue pane. It wasn’t in the center of the door! Day after day I passed by. Trying not to let it eat at my brain. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. Mother had told me (over and over and over again) that I was being obsessive. Then she’d nag me about my pills. I didn’t think she needed to know. I was on strike. No more pills for me. They made me docile. But without them, I could march up to that door. And demand to know! But now I stare at that blue pane from the other side. Hunger gnawing at my brain. And I wonder. Was it ever really off center? Or was it me?
PART TWO: HAIKU
words strike the blue pane
hunger gnawing at my brain
opening the void
131 words FLASH FICTION written for FFfAW
Photo Credit to Jade M. Wong
Further inspiration from FOWC
And with RonovanWrites
Excellent, who can you trust if you can’t trust your own mind? Well written, dark times indeed.
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Thanks.
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Pills or no pills, where does the truth lie? Great dark story.
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Where indeed? (Thanks)
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I like that the poem and flash fiction work together so well. Is good!
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Thanks. They fed off each other.
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Hope she takes her medicine and does not go in there to fix the door. A nice story with a different perspective.
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😵
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This is fantastic! I’m so glad you were inspired to write for this week’s prompt because I loved your take on it. Psychological thrillers are some of the best kind, in my opinion, and your story has the makings of it. I wonder if it is all in her head, and if the meds really are helping or not.
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Thanks. 😄
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I hope your character at least can find her own center! Otherwise she will struggle forever.
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Yes! 🤪
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The blue panel in the door an analogy for “blue pills”?
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Or perhaps blue pain? Great thing about poetry. Interpretation is yours (and mine ).
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*And fiction (not just poetry!)
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