(100-word flash fiction)
The chair topples on the first kick. As if on cue, she steps
outside herself.
She is amazed at how the body is wired for survival, as she
watches the legs, puppet-like, kick into thin air. Chest straining, by habit,
trying to suck in air, so abundant outside. Face crimsoning as blood rushes to
her brain. Bells going on inside, screaming ‘Mayhem!’ ‘Mayhem!’
She loses all sense of time. And that dreary greyness that
had festered inside her like a light-sucking ghost. She crackles with an
aliveness her body had never felt. Unimaginable lightness fills her being.
The door opens.
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Photo copyright Ted Strutz
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