Jarred

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A very short story of just over 400 words. A strange image that popped in to my head.

Submitted: August 25, 2016

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Jarred

 

They find themselves in a strange room – He and She. It is a room of glass and metal, strangely clinical. The walls of the room are made of what looks to be polished steel.

 

It comes to him then – the idea that they are standing inside a vault.

 

But what a peculiar vault it is. It doesn’t contain money or jewels but thousands and thousands of ornate glass jars. Some of them are made of clear glass and some of glass that is completely opaque. There are jars of all different colours, all different shapes. The light they give off is eerily beautiful.

 

She walks to one of the shelves and without hesitation picks up one of the jars. It is shaped like a teardrop and is turquoise in colour. As it rests in her hand it pulsates gently.

 

He watches as She holds it out towards him. Not to give him, just to show him.

 

This,” She says, “is my heart.”

 

She turns back to the shelf, gently placing the jar in the exact position that she had found it. Together they turn to leave the room but as they pass He nudges the shelf with his arm.

 

The turquoise teardrop jar is falling, drifting through the air and heading towards the floor where it will surely shatter into a million shards of glass. The shards will pierce that heart of hers; tear it, break it, shred it until nothing remains.

 

She stands staring in stunned amazement, too shocked to move. He will have to act fast. He stretches out his arm, flings himself forward, reaching, reaching......

 

His hand catches the jar at the last minute. He cradles it gently as he hits the floor, the impact of his landing making the jars and the shelves around the vault rattle ominously. For a second it seems as though the whole lot is about to collapse around him. He and She hold their breaths in shock.

 

Nothing falls. Nothing shatters. Everything returns to stillness.

 

He examines the jar that he holds in his hands. He has done it, prevented it from shattering. Her heart may be bruised and battered but it is not shattered. He has prevented Her heart from breaking even though it was He who had almost caused it.

 

He and She walk towards the door of the vault. As his hand moves to turn the handle both She and He disappear.

 


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