Beneath the Surface. Flash Fiction.

Jessica looked down at the swirling water below, the road was quiet now and the sound of the rushing water was oddly alluring. She was unable to look away from the glittering surface of the water. She felt the cold metal of the bridge on her hand, but it didn’t really register, suddenly wind was rushing past her as she fell. She hit the water with barely a splash, the shock of it startling her from her trance. She struggled against the current as it tried to pull her deeper, her water logged clothes were too heavy, the water was too cold, already she was exhausted. A face appeared in the dark water, that of a woman, she smiled at Jessica, Jessica felt hands gripping her face, pulling her towards the other woman. Their lips met for a brief second and then the woman was gone. Water filled Jessica’s lungs, but it didn’t burn like she expected it to, already the exhaustion was fading from her limbs, her body began to move through the water with ease. Jessica broke the surface and gasped for air, but it burned. She coughed and spluttered, it felt as though she couldn’t breathe. As she sank beneath the surface again she struggled for one last gasp of air, inhaling water instead. Immediately she felt relief. She took another breath and another.

The body of the woman washed up along the riverbank, as it hit the air it began to rot, within a minute her body was gone, leaving nothing but bones and after a few minutes they too blew away on the wind.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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