Super Massive

Reads: 72  | Likes: 2  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 4

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


'Ooooh, Baby, I'm a fool for you.' Super Massive Black Hole by Muse.

Submitted: June 08, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: June 08, 2018

A A A

A A A


Super Massive

How can he stand it?

That’s the first question that pops in to my mind when I catch sight of this guy. He’s walking along, head down, hands in pockets. Nothing odd about that you might think but it is what he is wearing. A thick hoodie, hood pulled low down to obscure his face when it is like 90+ degrees outside.

The street is full of girls, guys, men and women, all wearing shorts and t-shirts and even so feeling the heat. He must be sweltering in there, melting away. This guy brushes past me and his arm, I should be able to feel it, but I don’t. All I feel is this strange compulsion to follow him.

Feeling like some kind of stalker but unable to stop myself, I turn and track his movements. There is perhaps two or three people between us but he stands out so much I can easily see where he is going.

I have to say there is something kind of strange how no one else seems to be paying him the slightest bit of attention. I don’t think I notice even one curious glance aimed his way and yet when I try to turn, to pull away, I can’t. It’s just as though I HAVE to follow him, but I really don’t know why.

We’re in to less crowded streets now. He must know I am there, trailing along behind like some puppy. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t even change his pace but keeps on at exactly the same steady walking speed as before.

There’s no one else around now, just him....and me. Still he does not acknowledge my presence, but turns left, heading down an alleyway that is shadowed, dark, with buildings looming up on both sides. All of them look derelict.

It’s foolish to follow someone down there. Especially a stranger. Especially a stranger that seems so....STRANGE! And yet, that is just what I do. I can’t help myself. There is no question of my not following him.

It is a dead end. He stands there, facing the wall, his back still towards me. I carry on. It feels like I am in some way tethered, that he is reeling me in like a hooked fish. He has suppressed my own free will.

Then he turns and it is like I am staring in to a big black void, that is still sucking me forwards, tearing me apart and splitting me up in to tiny little fragments, particles. And all these particles are being pulled directly in to what nothing more or less than a Super Massive Black Hole!


© Copyright 2018 hullabaloo22. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

More Flash Fiction Short Stories