• the_novel_idealist

12 June 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

Georgia fell to her knees, howling in exasperation.

Years she had worked on it since her passing. Years of ridicule she had faced, bending the laws of science, years hearing murmurs of how insane her daughter’s loss had left her.

The machine she had dedicated her grief to remained motionless, and she drowned in her suspended depression. It hadn’t worked. Had they been right?

Through her howls though came steady whirs of activity. Light flooded the base and a steady retraction of air stole her sobs.

She turned, hope flooding the reflection in her eyes and without hesitation, stepped into the void.