Lost?

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Prompt provided by Iain Kelly!


Lost?

How is it possible to be in a helicopter, high above the city one moment, and on an island writing SOS in the sand the next?

I thought I was alone. It turned out that there was another woman on the opposite end who had taken the liberty of building herself a tree-house. I moved in. After several weeks I think I had given up on the idea of ever being rescued. We had the house, there was a fresh bottle of water in the chest every morning and we had all the fish and fruit we could ever want to eat.

I think I realized that I might have been dreaming it all when a fox came and sat next to me. Maybe I was still in the helicopter. Maybe I had crashed and was lying in a hospital bed totally unaware of what was going on.

The fox said I was worrying too much.

We shared a cocktail as we watched new people walk out of the water to live with us on the island.

177 words (oops)


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11 thoughts on “Lost?

  1. Reading this was akin to being in a dream where everything feels real but then there’s random bouts of strange things like a fox coming up telling you that you worry too much and you just go with it because hey, it’s a dream right? Wonderful storytelling!

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  2. Hmm, I think the MC might be onto something. A very long, vivid dream as her brain recovers from trauma. Or maybe she is just dreaming after one too many cocktails on the helicopter. So many possibilities. I love that, and the imagery and voice. Great job with this!

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