Flash Fiction Contest - 220 Words
| I look ahead. Eventually, the lines merge. I remember the line at the theme park. So hot. Standing in line with my son
for the first day of the new ride, "Fire In The Hole." I wanted that memory. Didn't care about the ride being new just the memory of
my son smiling and looking at me. The ride's twists and turns pressed our bodies together. We laughed and gripped the guardrail.
Now, it's just a memory. That summer is long gone and my son is big in business, no time to spend with me. His transfer overseas took him away, I haven't seen him for years.
I turn and search for the end of the lines. No luck, just endless people. Some pass the time visiting, while others gripe and check the time. Nothing upsets me today. I'm lost in my day at the theme park. I'm patient.
When the lines merge, I read the instructions:
1. Sign the book
2. Wait for your armband
3. Enter the colored curtain that matches your band.
I check my band and pull back the curtain. Claws rip my skin, clamp my wrists and jerk me upward. The hole swirls with bodies,
flames and screams. Released, I spiral into the pit with the memories of what I really did to my son. - 220 Words