Daily Flash Fiction 11/23/21 W/C 299
|Featured in "Mystery Newsletter (December 1, 2021)"
“Take the A road to the fork, then right on NN. When you get to the county line, it changes to XY. You’ll see the interstate over the rise,” instructed Matt.
I scribbled directions into my spiral notebook before I forgot the alphabet roads.
“That sounds like a plan. Stupid, squirrely, but a plan. What happens once I get on the interstate?”
Matt looked at me. He was clueless. “Um, Heidi, well, it’s a plan. The one given to me to pass to you.”
“That’s it? That’s all you got? Will someone meet me there? Do I take a car or does someone drive me there?” I checked the notes I made.
When I looked up, Matt was gone. As I turned round about, no sign of him. He’d actually disappeared.
“Take ‘A' road to the fork.” A voice came from a pine tree.
“Hello? Who’s that?” I asked the tree.
“Listen.” Another different voice was heard.
“Who’s talking?” I saw no one.
“At the fork in the road, go right on ‘NN’.” A third voice spoke out.
“It’s written down here. How do I get there? ‘A’ road is ten miles from here.”
“That’s a problem.”
“No kidding,” I spoke to the tree again.
“Here’s your solution.”
A feather floated down.
“Really? This is serious, I need to get to that interstate.”
All three voices spoke. “Grab the feather. Believe.”
“A feather? Really?”
No response from the tree voices. I put that feather in my hair. Instantly I rose into the air.
A breeze took me toward the road I needed. I shouted to the branches,“Thanks!”
My flight lasted just moments before I fell to the highway. Joe picked me up in his red truck.
After all these years, he still doesn’t believe my story.