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January 20, 2013

Flash Fiction Challenge: Photos of Impossible Places

Filed under: flash fiction challenge — Tags: — EileenAlphabet @ 10:47 am

This is just me kicking about a character and some concepts from an idea I have. The prompt for the writing challenge can be found here: http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2013/01/18/flash-fiction-challenge-photos-of-impossible-places/
And my chosen photo of a place was Tunnel of Love, Kleven.


Amelia heard the roar of the engine, growing steadily louder and then there was the screech of the brakes as the train slowed down to stop at the platform.
There was movement in the crowd surrounding her, as people bent down to pick up their belongings and get ready to board the train.
She felt a push at her back, hard enough to send her stumbling a step forward. She was going to turn around and tell whoever it was, to be more careful, but another push hit her and sent her forward, screaming and with flailing arms, right in front of the train. The last sound she heard was the piercing note of the horn. Her last thought was, that it had been no accident. She had been pushed on purpose.
She thought she heard the click-clack sound, as the train went by. Then she realised that it was not a train, but the beat of her own heart. She opened her eyes. There was bright green above her, green on each side of her. She blinked a couple of times and the green became leaves on trees.
She got up and looked around. Where was she? She could see train tracks; they looked odd, running through a green tunnel like this, but the platform was nowhere to be seen and she was all alone.
Perhaps she was dead. She found the chilling thought hard to dismiss. This tunnel could lead to Heaven, although that didn’t make the train tracks seem less odd. Maybe the pastor was wrong about the state of the world, if enough souls were going to Heaven, that they needed trains to carry them in. She gave a small giggle, that ended in a sob. She didn’t want to go to Heaven, she wanted to go home.
She looked down both sides of the green corridor. Maybe one direction lead to Heaven and the other lead back to the world, but they both looked the same.
She looked from side to side again and almost jumped out of her skin. A woman stood just a few meters from her. She could not have come though the tunnel, Amelia would have seen her, and the greenery on either side was too dense to move through without making noise.
The woman – actually she looked more like a girl, though she was taller than Amelia – smiled at her. She hardly looked like an angel. She was wearing trousers and a sleeveless shirt, made of a shiny white material and decorated with two black stripes. The whole thing struck Amelia as being a bit indecent. “Are you an angel?” she blurted out.
The girl seemed slightly taken aback by the question. “No.”
“Then I’m not dead?”
“No, you’re not. There’s been a sort of accident and you’ve taken a fall though time.”
“About 20 years or so. Oh, and about half a mile east as well.” When Amelia only stared at her, she added: “Due to the movements of the Earth, you see.”
Amelia didn’t see. Not at all. But she nodded anyway. “How does one fall though time?” she asked.
The girl stapled her fingers with a serious expression. “Imagine a vinyl record.” She broke off and looked at Amelia with a frown. “You know what that is, right?”
“Of course,” Amelia answered, a little indignantly.
“Good. That’s the easiest way to explain it, you see. So you know, when you play a song on a vinyl record and the needle moves though the groove? But sometimes it skips back or ahead. That is what has happened to you.” She beamed a smile.
Amelia felt faint. “Oh,” was all she managed to answer. She looked around. “So this is the train track in 20 years time? It’s hard to imagine. It’s so beautiful.” She felt herself blush. “I thought it was a pathway to Heaven.”
“It’s a bit overwhelming, I know. But don’t worry. I’m here to take you home.”
“Home?” said Amelia, painfully aware that repeating everything like this, made her sound stupid. Then several thoughts struck her at once. “There was a train and I fell and … I can’t go home. Will I be dead? Someone pushed me! I can’t go home just yet.” She ended on a pleading note.
The girl cocked her head to one side. The smile was gone, making her look older and – strangely enough – kinder. “You won’t be dead. The train passes over you, but doesn’t hit you.”
Amelia wrung her hands. “But someone pushed me in front of the train. I don’t know who. Or why. Can’t you tell me who would want to kill me?”
A wind had picked up, making the leaves rustle. Outside the tunnel, the sun came out and its light, filtered through the leaves of the overhead branches, made a pattern of green on the face of the girl.
“I can’t tell you,” the girl said. “And even if I could, you won’t remember anything of our conversation. You wont even remember coming here.”
“But I …”
“You will have to find the answers to your questions yourself, same as everyone else.”
Amelia looked at the pattern of light and shadow on the girls face and thought that she did actually look like an angel; a cool and distant seraph. “Will you at least tell me your name,” she asked. “Even if I won’t remember it.”
The girl told her her name.
Amelia heard the click-clack sound as the train went over her, the squeal of the brakes. She opened her eyes, but got dust in them and had to close them again. Strangely, she was not afraid. Just lie still, she told herself. The train will pass over you and you will be fine. She didn’t know how, she just knew it.


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