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As the sound of the crash died down, I followed the light at the end of the tunnel. Moving slowly, I floated weightless toward the future.

Everything changed in a blinding flash, when that Kenworth crossed the median and slammed into my car. Sounds of bending metal and breaking glass echoed across the mountainside.

Time stopped instantly. Now, ‘on this day without a date, on a back street, dusky,’ my course seemed to change. The light seemed to fad into dusky street lamps. I am again floating once more toward the traffic light up ahead that turned to caution as I came to it.

Now I am in the mountains sitting beside a beautiful flowing stream. Sunlight gleamed on the ripples. I wanted to stay there forever.

Suddenly, I took a big gasp and heard voices saying, ”Dwight, can you hear me!”



Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Posting on Lisa’s d’Verse prosery prompt. We must write a flash fiction of not more than 144 words. We must use a given poetic line in our story. The line she gave us was, ‘on this day without a date, on a back street, dusky’ from poet

— Charles Simic, from My Friend Someone

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33 thoughts on “Limbo

  1. Not much stands a chance if tangling like that with a big rig. I had a student who was still recovering from a head on crash with his motorcycle. He doesn’t remember a thing that happened that whole day, as was the case of my BIL who nosedived his airplane into the ground. Must be a phenomenon common, your writer may have also suffered the lapse in memory.

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