My Flash Fiction accounts are stories of brevity, written in 5 – 15 minutes that follow a plot that invents itself as it progresses. It’s random and hasn’t got a specific conclusion.
We had all retired to separate bedrooms within the huge pub. The rooms were fantastic; amazingly spacious with traditional décor that maintained its ‘Old English’ theme. Queen-sized beds invited further indulgence and with the whisky providing its natural central heating inside our stomachs, it was a quick fall from consciousness – at least for me.
My dreams attempted to make sense of all the events that had occurred so far.
Escape from The Institute was represented by me sitting in the huge, futuristic science laboratory. There were people around me walking and talking--getting on with work I assumed--but my vision was blurred – not complete blindness, just an irritating fuzz over my sight that meant faces were distorted. I then began to lose teeth. As I rubbed my tongue along the bottom set, one would come loose. Then I would roll my tongue along them again and another would dislodge, slipping from the gums as if they were milk teeth.
The dream then switched scenes and I was underwater, drowning. I knew this was a symbol of not having sufficient time. The panic then transformed as my lungs adjusted and I was able to breathe in the water. This represented my ability to adapt to situations – no matter how arduous.
There was something in all of this though – a strange nostalgia behind it. I was about to lose something precious whether I liked it or not. It could have been the bliss that came with the brainwashing. It could have been the loss of someone, but I was going to miss it.
Whatever it was, it made me feel slightly uneasy yet at the same time grateful. Appreciative. This needed to happen. It was a motion that had morphed from the realm of choice; ascended even. It had become obligation; duty to my well-being and overcoming The Institution’s unusual game that had wiped my mind of all my memories. Did I have a family? Did I have anyone at all in this world?
Eden appeared to know me, but also seemed like she wasn't telling me everything. All that had been bestowed was the mission that we were to fly to Spain. Eden said we would find answers there. I was going along for the ride, because frankly, there was nothing else I could do.