This had to be a dream because Jae didn’t remember how she got here, and who would decorate a room like this? At only five foot two, the slender Thai co-ed felt tiny in such enormous surroundings.
“Hurry up.” The deep, masculine voice was coming from the shadows ahead.
“This is my dream and I’ll come when I’m ready.”
“You’re not dreaming.”
“But the last thing I remember was going to bed.”
“That doesn’t mean it was the last thing that happened to you.”
“Wait. The car accident…”
“Yes. Welcome to the afterlife, Jae. I’m here to sign you in.”
I wrote this for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields photo writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above to craft a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 100.
The image looked surreal to me, so that’s how I wrote it. With only 100 words to play with, I could only vaguely develop my idea. Poor Jae.
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