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Micro Fiction Packet
Micro Fiction Packet
ENGL 306
Micro / Flash Fiction Workshop
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It was very bright, warm, inviting, and loving, like a puppy jumping around for his toy. I
have never felt more alive, and goosebumps creep onto my skin, exciting. I only wanted to touch
it, to go to it. I wanted to feel its warmth touch my skin. The pain was gone, as was my hair, but I
didn’t even notice my frail, bony, hand as I reached for it. Floating, floating, floating. I shut my
eyes and it was still there. The soft, yellow-white light that warmed me as the taste of a chocolate
chip cookie fresh from the oven while it makes its way to the stomach.
I don’t remember much, but my husband was there, with my parents and my sister. Were
they crying?
No. I shake my head. No, don’t do that. It disappears; my heart leaps, my legs dance, my
arms move freely, and I smile, twirling in circles. I drift towards the light, the silky fur of a
golden retriever, waiting for me. When was the last time I felt like I could fly?
Frozen. My arms hang limply at my sides, my smile drops, and my legs no longer move.
When was the last time I danced?
Stop it!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” booms the howl of agony in the distance. Was that me?
Pain. Fireworks shoot off in my head. Pain. My legs wobble. Pain. Jeff Gordan seems to
do laps around me. Pain. My knees meet the ground, my head following suit, like a hammer on a
nail. Pain.
The puppy flees. The light floats away. No, don’t do that. Stay with me. “Come back!”
The light is gone. Everything goes dark.