• the_novel_idealist

29 May - 15 Minute Fiction Friday



Lights; shouts; rustling: footsteps; sirens...


He opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by the sunshine tearing down from above.


He pulled up his arm to wipe his eyes and quickly realised he had been laying, spreadeagled, naked, in the centre of a small country road.


His mind raced, desperate to catch up with his memory of what had led to him being there, and he immediately felt a rush of vulnerability.


He stumbled towards a roadside tree and noticed a small, black marking on the side of his thigh, and suddenly, it came rushing back.