Beep

“They found her! She’s alive.” The last few words I heard as my body was dragged out from that lake. Feeling the water rush down my side as my back twisted and folded. Now, I sit in a hospital bed. My only comfort is the silent beeping of the monitor. Soft voices come and go but I can never tell if they’re really there or if something is beckoning me, telling me to just let go. Nonetheless, it’s reassuring. As the monitor speeds up, so do the voices. The shuffling of feet becomes louder, but I feel lighter. “She’s dead.”

---

#FLASHFICTION101 June 2021 SHORTLISTED ENTRY

All work remains copyright of the owner. No reproduction of this work is permitted without written permission from the author detailed here. If you wish to contact the author, please contact Tortive Theatre.

#FlashFiction101 is a monthly competition and free to enter. For more information on the competition please visit www.tortivetheatre.com/flash101