By Emma Glasgow
You’re walking up to the front door of a house that is unfamiliar to you. You aren’t quite sure where you are, but coming here feels right to you, like you’re supposed to be here.
Then you see her. She looks the same as you remember: Long flowing hair, and eyes that sparkle. It’s been a few weeks since you saw her last, and in those few weeks you’ve worried about her. She turns to look at you and gives a warm smile. “I’m okay,” she whispers to you before turning back to your brother.
You wake up feeling at peace.
Great piece!
Don’t know if this is a “it’s all a dream” sequence, or a vivid surrealistic slice of “real life.” At any rate, you have given the reader a lot to ponder using only a handful of words. I’d say this is a GREAT flash fiction story.
I endorse the other comments. Great piece.
Beautifully balanced: enough left unsaid to tantalise, and enough said to grapple with meaningfully. For some reason (not personal) it popped into my mind that the brother is a twin.