The Path. Flash Fiction.

Bleh. Haven’t been great the last few weeks. Went to the doctors earlier tonight and got some blood drawn, I’ll find out in a few days if anything turns up. If there is inflammation I’ll most likely be put onto a course of steroids. On one hand it will help, on the other it also means things like moon face, night sweats, mood swings and ridiculous levels of hunger. Either way it’ll beat the symptoms which is something. Hopefully things will start settling down soon. Oh the wonders of Crohn’s.

 

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Rose turned slowly, trying to figure out what had happened. She had been walking down the street, listening to music, she had grabbed her phone from her pocket and looked down to change the song, when she looked up again she wasn’t on the street. In front of her was a long, winding path that wound through darkness. She couldn’t see a source of light, nor could she see any walls or any end to the blackness. She took a tentative step forward and found the path still supported her weight. She moved forward slowly, testing the path each time before resting her weight on it. The further she walked the faster she went, wherever she was, whatever the path was made of it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. She knew she should be scared, but there was no fear, no worry, just curiosity. As she walked she reached out towards the darkness, she expected her hand to hit something hard at the edge of the path but it moved past it freely. She pulled back her hand and moved more to the centre of the path. She wasn’t sure if she could fall off it or not but she had no plans to find out.

She had been walking for hours, her phone had died, the music cutting out suddenly. At first she didn’t mind its absence, there had been no signal so no hope of calling for help but as the time past she began to miss the music, it broke up the monotony of the journey. The silence seemed to press in on her from all sides, pushing her down. Her walking speed started to drop, it felt like she was wading forward, Rose tripped, stumbled, then landed hard, bright hot pain flared along her knees and palms. She picked herself up slowly, wincing as her ripped jeans tugged at the scrapes on her knees. She looked around, the cars were back, as were the houses and the people. There had been nothing to signal the change, no sudden blinding light, no rush of sound. The people walking past didn’t even glance in her direction, Rose limped to a low wall and sat down. Rose felt her phone vibrate, she pulled it from her pocket carefully, it had an almost full battery. She frowned, looking at the time and date, according to her phone she’d been walking that path for almost two days. Her phone started to buzz again as text messages came through along with missed call notifications. She read through them, then she took a deep breath and released it slowly. How the hell would she ever explain this? She frowned, explain what? Where had she been? She tried to think back, she had been walking, and it had been dark, was it night? It felt like trying to remember a dream. She winced as pain flared in her hand, she looked down at the scratches, how had she done that? It looked like she fell. Rose shook her head, panic finally starting to sink in, what had happened to her? Where had she been? She looked at her hands, hoping that something about them would trigger her memory but there was nothing, just a blank spot, she’d been walking along, she looked down to change the song, then she was sitting on this wall, palms and knees scratched up and no idea of what had happened in between.

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