Condensation Of Life

(PHOTO CREDIT: @wildverbs)

The amoeboid shape that had formed on the windshield was neither the work of condensation nor the outcome of a dysfunctional wind screen viper. It was a thoughtful void created by the breaking of glass in a deliberate pattern. It would have been easy, or even fundamental to term it a ‘hole’, for it was just that. But for Anjali, it would be cringe-inducing to term it that. She always thought of it as a void, a vacuum, a space that both occupied and deserted her soul. A nothingness that cleaved her.

The dense cluster of green seemed to have only proliferated serenely. It was exactly as it seemed on the eventful night of the 31st of December. Speeding to reach Selena’s duplex to usher in the New Year in pouring rain, she had suddenly veered off the road. The last thing to catch her eye before the car careened into the trees killing Alex instantly was a pattern.


This story has been written as part of the FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS – FFfAW Challenge #182, more details about which may be found HERE

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The photo credit is due to @wildverbs. Thanks!

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