Flash Fiction: Nine-One-One

I jump, saying goodbye. Falling through black smoke. Past a gaping wound of fire.

Somewhere, there’s a crack louder than thunder. Rolling plumes of masonry dust envelope like shrouds.

I’m still falling. Impossibly. With so many others.

Falling.

No.

Flying.

2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Nine-One-One”

Matt says:

October 15, 2019 at 09:23

This is extremely evocative! It’s extremely clear even without the title.

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1. Jason H. Abbott says:
  
  October 15, 2019 at 09:46
  
  Thank you. So many years later, and those moments still haunt me.
  
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