top of page

Mind's Eye

"They found her. She's alive."

We were returning home after the Beatles concert and they were the first words I heard after the coach crashed. I was alive - but I couldn't see a thing. Ever again. My life gone at seventeen.

But it's all different now. They tell me Paul McCartney's going grey and got wrinkles. Not my Paul. Young, fresh-faced, with a cheeky smile. That's what he'll always be like. My Mum and Dad, too. They're long gone but they never aged. They stayed as I remembered them.

I'm an elderly lady myself now but I'll always be seventeen.



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