Lucky Meeting

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: He had a faraway look in his eyes

Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.

Detective Sloane stood in empty space again, the beach swept away as if the wave had obliterated everything and not just her world. Her family.

She shuddered, the movement nearly pulling a sob from her. Somehow, the thought of returning to the creature’s blackness seemed worse than reliving that day.

After several breaths, Sloane realized the unrelenting void didn’t surround her. Nor had she returned to the village. This place stretched in murky gray about her. Nor did it feel as empty as the creature’s touch.

The experience reminded her of a fog choked coastal city. Sloane knew more lay out there, she just couldn’t see it. Until a section split revealing a man.

Nondescript. Sloane couldn’t think of another adjective looking at him. Height, weight, coloring. Nothing stood out. Except that when he looked at her, he had a faraway look in his eyes as if he saw through her.

“Uh hem. Hello?” Sloane said when he didn’t speak but stood staring.

The man blinked and his eyes refocused on her. “Hello Theresa.” He smiled, a quick movement that evaporated as if struck by sunlight. Unlike the fog. With a blink he stared through her again.

A fact he tried to follow up with physically. He strode forward as if Sloane didn’t exist. Sloane jumped to the side. “Excuse me. I need you to–”

“Lead you to the answer, I know,” he said interrupting her. The voice which had spoken in her mind. “This way.”

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