Careful What You Wish For

Olympic Games, 1896; the athlete Herman Weingartner, horizontal bar champion. Public domain photo by Albert Meyer.

Olympic Games, 1896; the athlete Herman Weingartner, horizontal bar champion. Public domain photo by Albert Meyer.

Raw digits cling for dear life, pain penetrating to the bone. Muscles flex, sinews burn under acid soaked flesh. This isn’t what I pictured as a boy, staring out the window at night wishing upon a star that I would someday journey to space. I never in a million years could have imagined this path in my journey.

I shift my weight, careful not to lose my grip on the bar, my only savior from the pit below. I watch as my captors take notes. Test of human will or strength I’m assuming. I fear I may fail this one.

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This is in response to Warmup Wednesday! Special Challenge: Include a lifelong dream that isn’t the Olympics.

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Discovered

I was being watched. I felt it in my marrow. My insides crawled with unease, as if my very cells knew something was going to happen. I should have listened to those instinctive warnings. I was slightly distracted, though, by the Greek god of a man nibbling at my neck. His lips sent chills down my spine, dulling my other senses.

“Stop it,” I giggled flirtatiously, “we’re missing the movie.”

“I didn’t come for the movie.” He breathed in my ear.

I was thankful for the darkness of the theater so he couldn’t see my red-hot cheeks. He pulled away and I immediately felt a shift in the air. I could feel every molecule; time was slowing. I tried to focus my energy. Not here. Not now, in front of this glorious normal creature. I stole a glance over at my date and that’s when I noticed them. Two men in grey suits, looking stiff among all the lax postures of hormone charged teenagers, sitting in the row right behind him.

“Joran, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Hurry back,” he whispered, lightly touching my lips with his thumb, hand cradling my chin. My skin burned with his electric touch.

I’d probably never see him again.

 

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This was my entry in Last week’s Flash! Friday. (Check out the winning story here. It is amazing!) This story didn’t place or get a special mention but I did get a lot of positive feedback from readers, and almost all those who commented wanted me to continue the story. I did notice that all the people who wanted more were women …. my unnamed “Greek god of a man” character may have something to do with that. 😉

Anyway, I will be working on the backgrounds of these characters and possibly create a longer story. I’m not sure If I will just continue where I left off, making it a short story, or just use it as inspiration and write a longer work (I’m not great at writing longer stories).

Any thoughts on this story are welcome, comment below. 🙂