rawanelyas (United States) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2019
I feel it immediately, sticky as maple syrup, not nearly so sweet. The smell is poignant - it fills the room and trickles down my leg; as I turn it drips down my calf, swings like a pendulum. Margaret walks in, sees the drenched sheets. Her eyelids tremble closed, evolve like Venus, full, gibbous, crescent. She asks, “When will you start acting normal?”, her voice a condemnation.
Somewhere Copernicus and Ptolemy shake hands.
I cannot give her an answer. Instead,...
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