I recently entered the Lascaux Flash Fiction contest. The rules were to write a 250 word story inspired by the picture provided. I didn’t win, but I had a lot of fun writing the story.
For those of you following Rowland and Eliza, this will loosely tie in to their story, see if you can pick up the connection!
So here is The Light
“What happened?” I say, turning to look at the passenger seat. “Dom?”
I try to see through the windshield, but the glass is shattered. I can only make out fragments of colors and faint lights in the distance. Stumbling out, I find Dom lying in the gravel, covered in blood.
“Lisa, are you okay?” He coughs and more blood sprays from his mouth.
“I’m fine,” I say, holding back tears. My head’s spinning and my thoughts come in fragments: Must have been an accident….thrown from the car…coughing up blood’s never good…
“And the baby?”
I look down and touch my stomach, feeling a kick. “She’s okay too.”
Dom nods. I choke back sobs as he loses consciousness. He can’t die; I won’t let him.
I never told Dom what I can do—how through a simple touch I can affect a person’s mood. It’s an ability I inherited from my dad. But if I can alter someone’s mind, who is to say I can’t alter their body? Who is to say I can’t save my unborn child’s father?
I put my hands on his wounds and close my eyes. “Please, this has to work.”
Tears flow freely now, splashing onto Dom’s blood-stained shirt. I look down and gasp. Gold light is streaming from my hands…
…And my stomach. Could my baby have the ability too?
Seconds creep like hours, until I’m drawn back to the present by my dear Love’s voice, “Honey, is there something you want to tell me?”