I was nearly done when it happened.
I had almost made it.
And then it happened.
And I was now further away then I had been when I began.
I remember sitting in my house, watching from the window as the sky turned black.
I saw people running, screaming, down the street outside.
I didn’t know what was going on.
And I didn’t want to go outside to see.
I heard the bang before I saw it.
And when I saw it there was nothing I could do.
The light was blinding.
The shockwave made my entire house shake.
I saw how the people outside stopped running, stopped screaming, and fell to the ground.
What was going on?
What was happening?
I wanted to know.
But there was no way for me to find out.
Time had stopped.
And I was now further away from my goal then I had ever been.
Categories: flash fiction