Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Michelle De Angelis. Thank you Michelle!
I see them. I see them all the time. They roam among us as if they ARE us. I can’t say if they themselves know what they are. They don’t notice it, the glow, the bright light emanating from them.
Does that make me special? Or is it a curse?
I was 6 years old when I first saw one. A man holding an umbrella, walking side by side with a woman. It was really hard for my parents to convince me that it was just a dream as that woman’s husband died years before I was born. They couldn’t explain how I was able to perfectly describe his favourite umbrella.
I am 17 now. Most of my life I thought I was alone. Yesterday, I saw a girl my age directly looking at the glowing figures as if she sees them.
This is why I am posting this message today. I just want someone to tell me that I am not hallucinating. For once, I want to relate to someone, I want to belong.