Letting The Light Go Out

Wednesday already and time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction created from a photo prompt and a spark of an idea.

Last week was manic and I didn’t get chance to catch up with everyone’s pieces, I promise to do better this week.


 Original Photo : Dawn Landau

The sun had reached its highest, smudging the tops of the ash trees along the track. Summer thunder rumbled in the distance. She felt the darkness seeping in, tunnel walls closing around her, feet dragging towards an escape she couldn’t find.

Then in the distance… light… bringing her back and once more grass beneath her feet.

Memories back and forth; scattered clothes… bodies writhing…. her husband… her sister, the taste of bile that rose from her throat as she turned and ran.

The train was coming, she felt its breath chasing at her back. She lay down and let the light fade into black.

25 thoughts on “Letting The Light Go Out

  1. I’m going to pretend that she lay down at the side of the tracks and not between them. I can’t tolerate the thought of setting the two betrayers free in this way. Good one Helen.

  2. These two will have to live with this for the rest of their lives, and this will rot their relationship. She would have deserved better, though. So sad, the desperation is so well told.

  3. They weren’t worth it 😦 These sorts of suicides – on the train tracks – happen almost monthly in our area.
    Very well written piece, Helen.

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