My tormentors

by | Aug 1, 2011 | Fiction, Flash fiction | 6 comments

My Tormentors
By Laura McHale Holland

They lurk in the spaces between words, in the pause before the stoplight changes from yellow to red. Always the same burgundy hue, they shift shapes, stand on the roof, slip into the junk drawer, crawl across palm fronds lining the sidewalk. They fly overhead today, pterodactylesque, their huge wings beating in counterpoint to my heart. I run, run, but they gain, sweep down, scratch my shoulders, arms, face. My toes turn into claws, my arms into baleful burgundy wings. Up, up, I go now chasing to the clouds my tormentors.

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6 Comments

  1. Jerry Kohut

    I’ll have a glass of what ever your drinking LOL

  2. admin

    Thanks, Jerry. That made me laugh—a good way to start the day!

  3. Barbara Toboni

    I’ve been dipping into your posts this morning. Your stories are imaginative and inspiring. Just what I’ve been searching for.

  4. admin

    Thank you, Barbara, for stopping by and letting me know how much my stories appeal to you. I went to your website and read your post about whale watching — and loved it! You have a presence as a writer that draws me in. I’m happy to have connected with you and look forward to reading more of your work, and vice versa.

  5. tara Pleshar

    I have always loved your stories, this one, not so much….left me empty…I love your work…

  6. admin

    Thank you, Tara, for your honesty and your support. This story is dark. The narratorr transforms but by becoming what she fears, not by getting away from her fears or by besting them, so I can see why it left you empty. I’m a little out of sorts this week, and I didn’t realize it when I wrote this, but the story reflects that. I don’t particularly like the way I’ve been feeling, but I like the story. Funny how that works. At the end of the year I’m going to pick some of these stories, polish them up and put them into a little collection. I’ll be seeking ideas about which ones to include, and I’d love for you to be part of that process.

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