Artificial Sunlight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The air is filled with musky odor of the train station. Noises of multiple footsteps, idle chatter and the newspaper boy shouting all mixing with each other.

I feel the corners of my mouth curve upwards as I pass by a few familiar faces, this has grown to be such a familiar place. Not unlike my porch where I spend some mornings with a hot cup of coffee, the sun pleasantly grazing my face. My mood is still elevated after having a sit down with my sister. It seems at times life gets too hectic to enjoy it with people who mean the utmost to us, we shall meet again soon. My mind wanders to my family, my beautiful girls and dear Roger will be home when I return.

Suddenly, I freeze. Heavy ache weighing me down. I look around at the world moving around me, flowing seamlessly. Something feels wrong. I have no language to describe what, but strong feelings of unease and anxiety fill me. I drag my feet to the exit from the station. I was on my way home…Was I not?

I make my way outside, the soft hue of sunlight burning my eyes. Taking a step forward…I collide with seemingly nothing. Taken aback, I extend my hand only to feel it press against what feels like an invisible wall. I try to push forth but it won’t budge. I look at the cars driving past me. I memorize the registration numbers and once again my being is shaken as the same numbers pass me, again and again. I feel my breaths become labored.

“They do grow up fast. You should join us for dinner…” I hear an elderly woman speak to a gent as I approach them.

“Excuse me?” I utter shakily.

“Can you see this? I…I can’t get through” I attempt to explain frantically. Not to be deemed a mad woman I rush to the wall once again and press up against it.

They both blink at me with blank, hollow expressions. Then the woman turns to him once more.

“They do grow up fast. You should join us for dinner…” She speaks.

I choke in desperation for breath and clarity. Images flash through my mind. News reports, shaking ground, me running, my family, blinding light.  Are those memories mine?

The reality shattering pain returns. My vision darkens.

I blink and look around…What a beautiful sunny day. My lips curve into a smile as a pass by a few people I know….

 

“Conservation 12-B. Year 1950.Environment re-creation: Train Station. Earth sector 43”

 

I look up at the glass barrier above the plaque and a photograph, separating me from the habitat. Human beings talk, move and feel in accordance to their pre-installed programming. One of them had a minor glitch, already fixed.

These creatures fascinate me. Kept blissfully unaware of the fate of their kind due to self-inflicted depletion of earth’s natural resources. A cautionary tale indeed…

I will take further notes tomorrow.


Submitted: May 01, 2020

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