Arc (flash fiction)

gas explosion

The Inkwell’s Half-hour Challenge theme for November is “Spark”.

There’s a voice, insistent, nagging, angry even. Kevin’s asleep but he’s not asleep: hovering on the edge of consciousness, half in a dream, trying to fit the sounds with where he was before. He can feel the bite of fingers in his arm, the violent shake in his upper body, the bang of his head on the headboard. “Kev. Wake up. Gas. There’s gas, Kevin. We’ve got to get out. Wake up.” He can feel the rasp in his throat and he starts to retch. All is darkness but he recognises Amy’s voice. She is gripping his arm and shaking him hard. “Get up, get up” He rolls out of the bed and onto the floor, jarring his knee and elbow, still retching. He hears Amy at the bedroom door. “It’s so dark.”
A voice in his head screams “No”. What? No what? Amy gropes across the wall.
“Amy, the light, don’t turn….
Neither of them heard another sound.


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