Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Light a the End of the Tunnel

No more than a dim spot in the distance, just barely brighter than the surrounding darkness...could it be the light at the end of the tunnel?  Your way out?  Or is it the train coming toward you?  Write a little Flashy Fiction about finally reaching a goal, about finally seeing the light...good or bad.

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    Believe it, or not, I was ready to die. All of a sudden, death did not appear as scary or impossible anymore. I was ready, no, I was willing to embrace it. All the small things that had formed my small joys were gone, and the idea of not seeing the sun tomorrow, had simply expired.
    How is that possible, one would ask. Is not the human being one that never loses hope or the love of life? Is not that the reason humans are at the top of all reasonable creation?
    I don’t have an answer for that. I just know that I was indifferent to life, I cared not. To be honest, I was indifferent to death as well. It was not attractive in any way, moreover so, as the experience was entirely unknown to me. The downright truth was that I did not care. For the moment, death meant escape from life. Life had become a nuisance, a dark pit of losses and failures, from which I would rather break out. Since I had no power to struggle anymore and since I had no faith that my struggles could bring about a life that would be any different from the one that lead me to this state of mind.
    Then I spotted that vague light area far ahead. I blinked once or twice to make sure I can see it correctly. There it was. A very dim and unclear dot, but not disappearing. I must have reached the bottom, I reckoned, if that is the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never believed one could see such a thing. I must be at the end of my tether, indeed. Once I had swallowed the bitter realization that I have nothing to live for, I started thinking what to do about this light. I mean, if I see it, am I supposed to undertake any particular piece of action? Did I need to feel hopeful again, resurrect my expectations, my will to fight, or was the light going to do something for me?
    “Good evening.” A sharp voice stated ahead of me.
    “Good evening.” said I not sure what to think.
    “We are sorry to announce that due to recent huge spending, we are forced to turn off the light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks for your hopes and happy afterwards!”

    So… I blinked a couple of confused blinks. Huge spending, I thought. Suddenly I didn’t feel like giving up. Curiosity overwhelmed me, as I headed towards the place where that voice sounded a moment ago.

    © 2012 Mariya Koleva