Flash Fiction

The Shower

I am damp, the world around me is too.  Fog circles me as if I am walking through smoke, following me everywhere I go and keeping me from being dry.  I can feel my hair starting to frizz, sopping wet curls being created from this warm, moist air.  The world around me is so unknown.  Where am I?   Beneath me, are little people on their walking their tiny dogs, and taking their microscopic children to parks I once knew.  Why am I not falling? There is no ground under my feet it seems. 

Breathing is coming so easily to me now.  Finally relaxed, I can hear loud bangs of thunder, and a young girl yelling my name. "Get out! Get out!",she says. Get out of where? What is happening?  I can hear the thunder again and I begin to run, following the advise of that small young voice.

All of a sudden, a large gust of wind hits me, I nearly fall.  Rain begins to hit me, soaking every inch of my body.  The voice is getting louder and louder, seemingly more angry all the time.  All of a sudden a light flashes. Where is it coming from? Why can't I see the person who is calling my name?  Another flash, and another boom of thunder.  I begin to scream; afraid of this new, but familiar place.  I close my eyes hoping it is a dream, and maybe, just maybe I will wake up.

Just as I close my eyes, I begin to fall, back to my world really quickly.  Voices are very loud now, and there are more of them.  A man's voice is the loudest,  I can hear him clearly saying "Emily, you don't have time for this!", "Get out of there right now".  Then the young girl begins to speak again, "Emily, you're not the only person who has to do things this morning!".

I know where I am now, somewhere I have been many times.  Tile walls, and creamy white floors.  A window to my right, and a large curtain to my left, water pouring down on me.  I come back to reality, and there I am in the shower, with shampoo in my hair.  My little sister slams the door open and dumps ice cold water on me.  "Hurry Up!", she says, "You still have to go to school".

Reflection

This piece of fiction is significant to my theme IMAGINATION.  In my story the girl found herself in a world different from her own.  She was travelling within this world, very similar to where was in reality; the shower.  In this place she could hear familiar voices.  Using both sides of imagination, this girl drifts into a place that is exciting and then allows herself to come back to her bathroom.  Combining her creativity and reality, she puts herself in a wonderful and scary place, leaving her home not too far behind.