Decisions - 5

Avatar Author: quipsofthequill I am just a student, wishing for my big break. I am a tiny dancer. What else do you have to know? I am an actor. "I love acting. It is so much more real than life." I am a singer. "But I have a talent, a wonderful t... Read Bio

… My father comes crashing through; his arms flinging, the knife in his hand gleaming. Time slows; volume diminishes.

I back up, and find my back at a wall. I watch in despair and grief as my father, a man I have loved, trusted, been supported by, comes at me with this killing weapon. I see Anna’s face, wide in shock, and I wish I could console her. But there’s nothing left for me to give.

I see the knife, and it comes at me, almost calmly. Instead of angry rude fingers, probing my insides, I feel a soft gentle caress. As darkness overwhelms my vision, I see my father’s eyes once more. This time, they are calm, serious. They know what they are doing, and they will not stop.

I wake to the sound of my screams.

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    yeah it was a dream, I called it, there were too many odd floating transitions. :) Still, a good piece.

  2. Avatar Sir Bic

    Nice work.

    This ficlet makes a solid stand on its own. I realize there are prequels, but it doesn’t need them. Even using the ellipse to begin, is true to the story‚Äôs overall mystifying feel.

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