The False Circle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A day in the life.

Submitted: April 26, 2017

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Submitted: April 26, 2017



The False Circle

The alarm screams. I shut it up. I put in my face. I scrub my teeth. I stare out at the traffic from my car. Thoughts awaken.

You’re aging. 

I keep looking ahead. It’s my route, it’s different from other routes, but the same. I can’t see what’s in front of me anymore. I recognize it, there are no details. Everything in front of me is background.

You’ve been looking at this for years and years. And years.

I enter my building, it’s different from other buildings, but the same. Things happen. Recognizable people appear then disappear. There is some conversation. Then it’s over.

I stare out at the traffic. The background is the same, but its
colour is darker.

Time isn’t circular. It’s linear. You’re being tricked! It’s linear, not circular! 

I shiver and sweat. I turn up the radio dial. Noise attacks me. I revel in the assault.

I do my evening stuff.

Things will change. Definitely. I have resolve.

Sleep snatches me.

The alarm screams. I shut it up.

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