Drabble - The Harbinger
Her heart pounded, creating a roaring ocean in her ears. In the briefest moment, everything had shifted. The world, her entire life, was upended.
Driving to work, she was sure she’d been hit. Her surroundings spun violently, as if caught in a vortex.
As her pulse slowed, she was baffled. There’d been no crunch of metal, no screeching of rubber, no impact. Hands white-knuckled on the wheel, she caught her breath. There was no broken glass, no blood, no pain. It was only her on this side street, alone.
The blight on her future had manifested. The affliction called vertigo.
A drabble written a while back.
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Short works, flash fiction and drabbles. These pieces may be as short as one hundred words, or as long as one thousand. They may be speculative in nature, or just a bit of prose poetry. Some of these works may be found in my other collections. I wa...