This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were asked to take the song Here Comes the Sun, and to use some of its lyrics to come up with something of our own. I just picked on the short phrase “here it comes”.
I penned a short, 1-minute flash. In it I mention a health issue. Rest assured that this is absolute fiction. In real life, my health is no worse than it was a year ago (though my doctor might disagree 🤣).
Oh, and I have been AWOL for a few days. I’m posting this in real-time, so think of this as my return. I’m just chilling at home, still not really planning on doing much WPing for the next couple of days, but will start easing myself back in maybe tomorrow. I thought I should write this one, particularly, because it was my prompt. Scheduled a few weeks ago.
I flinched as the dazzling flash came first. Unmissable. Even asleep, it penetrated my eyelids. For a split second, it filled the sky. Night became day. For a split second. And just as quickly, its glare subsided.
I was jerked toward semi-consciousness, my disengaged brain still with nothing to process. But even with aeons at its disposal, it wouldn’t have understood this. The unimaginable. What could any right-thinking person hope to gain by this? A nuclear strike, just twenty miles away? To leave what? A wasteland? No use to anyone? Awarded such tainted spoils, the madman’s fate would be worse than my own.
You see, last Tuesday I discovered I had a brain tumour. I watched a friend once, same thing. Ish. It wasn’t pleasant, how she went. If I’d had time to process this, I might have concluded that my fate was a blessing.
As the bedroom window exploded, I felt it, moments later. A wind. Like no other. Here it comes.