This week’s flash fiction is inspired by the #SwiftFicFriday – Week 72 prompt provided by the fabulous Katheryn J. Avila (Fiction Trials). 167 words. Enjoy!
The music reluctantly played – in his head. It was a soft, sweet sound; only faint but unmistakably clear. A tiny voice. It sounded like a bell made of glass.
He didn’t know what it was trying to tell him then. He still didn’t know it now. All he knew is that it seemed very important. It had been days since he’d played the piano.
“Why was the piano important again?” he asked.
“Who knows?” answered the therapist. “Tell me how you felt that day.”
“I remember…scratchiness…in my throat; all of a sudden. How it made breathing…hard. Panic and pain. Gagging. Clutching at my throat…and…I remember there being no hands…just feathers…feathers!”
He became agitated. The music swelled in his head.
“More gagging. More pain. Scratching…with my feet. My feet were scratching. They weren’t even feet.”
His voice was barely a whisper.
He put his hands over his ears but there were no ears…and no hands. Only feathers…and a tiny voice telling him to fly.
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