Title: An Event
Source: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #39
Word count: 200 words
Rachel checked the time. She was sure their text had said eleven, but the sidewalk café was deserted. Her compulsion ensured she was always early. But she expected someone would be here, setting up maybe? There were no life signs.
She sighed, digging her phone from her purse, and squinted at the screen. It was blank. She glanced around the empty street and looked skyward. She shifted, positioning her body to shield the sun’s glare. No bars. No connections, and when she tried to access her texts, nothing displayed.
Her gut twisted, but she pushed it aside, refusing to acknowledge it. She sat in a chair, resigned to waiting. They would arrive soon. The minutes ticked, the wind blew, and clouds scudded across the sky. Shivering, she waited for the shadow to pass.
“How are you alive?” A respirator’s hiss obscured a man’s voice. The black-uniformed figure emerged from the dark craft hovering behind him.
“I’m waiting for my friends,” Rachel’s heart pounded in her chest.
“They’re not coming.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Come with me.”
“Why? What’s happened?”
“There’s been an event. No one survived.”
“But, I’m here.”
“That’s why you must come with me,” he said, extending his hand.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer