Never Again – FFfPP 2018 Week 23

Title: Never Again
Source: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #23
Word count: 200 words

Jack Gittoes pexels-photo-761543 Concert

Neil stood in total darkness, surrounded by strangers. The crowd swayed with the drumbeat; it pulsed through his chest and radiated out to his extremities.  Heat competed with contrasting aromas emanating from the throng. It assaulted his senses leaving him overwhelmed.

A brilliant flash of light accompanied the crash of a cymbal before the venue plunged into shadows again. The glare echoed across his vision and Neil blinked. He no sooner regained his bearings in the gloom than the cymbal clashed, and the accompanying light blinded him once again. The intervals between the blasts shortened until it synchronized with the drumbeat.

The sight of the band emerging on stage pushed a deafening roar from the crowd overpowering the beat of the drum and the clash of the cymbal. Neil clapped his hands over his ears and turned searching for a way out.  He bounced against people fighting his way towards the green light and the door beneath it. Neil crashed through as music rushing from the stage propelled him forward. The door shuttered shut; he gasped and sputtered, falling to the floor in a heap.

Later in the safety of his car he deleted the band’s music from his phone.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Hysteria — Friday Fictioneers June 8, 2018

Title: Hysteria
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She had been here before; she was sure. Or maybe somewhere similar? Alarm bells sounded, and her stomach tightened into a knot. How had she gotten here? The knot twisted her into a panic. Her eyes darted, scanning, looking for something, someone. Did no one fell the danger lurking here? Then she saw him. He stood below her, staring at her. She tried to move, to run, but instead, she was rooted to the floor, unable to break the connection he held. Terrified, frozen, she was desperate to escape. She heard screaming as the scene faded and darkness engulfed her.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer