Microfiction: Voices

Another bit of the story

The voice was the one she heard in dreams—nightmares more than dreams—that she’d had since she was a child. Since her parents disappeared. No one paid much attention to disappearing parents. Best not to ask. Best not to delve too deep. If they came for you, it was for a reason. There were lots of Jeannies around, brought up in institutions. If they heard voices, they had never said.

“Hello, Jeannie. It’s time.”

She had been expecting that too. The way a fugitive expects that the only door out of the maze of corridors will be locked.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “Microfiction: Voices”

      1. Bravery comes when we least expect it… it’s very nature is guarded until our guard is down. Anything else is bravado which is quite another thing entirely. I’m glad you were brave.

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