Sunday, 7 October 2012
October Flash - Day 6
The Flash Fiction Project at Google+ has something new going on! There will be a visual prompt for every day in October, and I'm going to try to write a (very) short piece for it every day as well. Due to time zone differences, I'll try writing and posting mine early in the morning, so it's a day after the original post for me, but still the same for them.
Let the fun begin! Here is the prompt for today:
Agnes titled her head back as far as it would go and eyed the stairs critically. There were quite a lot of them, and she had only these two weak legs. It would be hard, but she had come prepared. She tilted her head back down and stared straight ahead, climbing up one determined step at a time.
Four breaks, half a liter of water and two chocolate bars later she reached the top. Wind tore at her clothes and messed up her hair. Agnes had to hold on to one of the rakers to make sure the wind wouldn't throw her off balance and down to earth. She took a deep breath and looked.
The height was nauseating, but it also held a strange fascination for her. She wondered how it would feel to fall and found herself loosening her grip on the reassuring metal. Stepping back carefully, she sat down on the top of the stairs and looked around instead.
The sky was endless; she could even see some blue breaking through the cloud cover which had been invisible from below. This was the perfect place to sit quietly and find yourself; the perfect place to take a deep breath; the only place with a long enough distance to life.
Agnes looked down at her clumsy, sweaty hands and let her thoughts roam free. The first one that came was the one she had dreaded and avoided the most. 'What did he see in her?'
Sometimes she knew the answer; on good days it wasn't too hard to see. Lately, though, there had been so many bad days that Agnes had lost herself in the whirlwind of it all; herself and him, too. He had tried to get her out of it, but instead of being thankful she had fought him. He was more careful around her now, but he was still around, and she didn't understand why. Sometimes she thought it would be better if he wasn't; better for him, anyway...
Even here she could feel the drag of gravity. The ground was shouting an invite up at her, and it was tempting.
"No." Agnes' voice rang out loud and clear among the silence, a refusal as much to her own feelings as to the call of the ground. As long as he was around, she would rather fall prey to the whirlwinds of life than the allurement of death.