Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

A small mistake.

imagesThe wind blows in my face. It’s quite strong. When I say strong I mean really, really strong. It pushes my eyes open and my mouth wide. I find myself unable to walk forward so I hold onto a large streetlight for dear life. Where did this wind come from, it’s abnormal? As I gaze around it looks like I am the only one affected. A cat leisurely walks past me down the small country road. I see small leaves from a willow-o-wisp tree flutter over my head. How is that even possible when there is such a heavy wind?

Suddenly the wind grabs my feet, picks me up, Β and it feels as if I am being pulled by a herculean force. Before I know it my hands can’t bear the strain, and I let go. Now I am being flung into the air. I try to grab hold of something, anything, but the wind rips me away. Β Soon the houses look like miniature figurines. The farms and lush hills look like specks of green on a canvas.

I go up an up, until the Earth itself is the size of a round ball that I could pick up and chew. I’m in space, yet unlike the stories I’ve heard my eyeballs aren’t bleeding out of their sockets, I’m not freezing to death, and it feels like I can still breathe.

I travel higher and higher, the higher I go the faster the wind pushes me. I can’t even enjoy the beautiful view of the stars and their solar systems flashing past. It isn’t until there is darkness all around, not a star in sight, does it finally stop. I drop, letting out a shriek more high pitched than a veteran soprano at the Royal opera house.

Just as I feel like I’ll be dropped endlessly a man catches me. Or rather I fall on him, landing into his outstretched arms. He’s holding me bridal style. By the way he’s also naked, which is obviously not the weirdest thing out of all of this, but still pretty weird.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Who am I?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question!” He yells, “What is your name, your birthday and your favourite colour?”

“Huh!?”

“Hurry up, I’m busy.”

“My name is Max Malis, my birthday is October the 31st, my favourite colour is….ummm….grey, I guess.”

“Well isn’t that stupid.”

“Huh!”

“Grey isn’t a colour it’s a shade, dumbass.” His rude reply stuns me into silence.

“Oiii!” he screams into the darkness, “You idiot, you picked up the wrong soul. I’m waiting for a Ray. Take this one back.”

After he finishes yelling he winks at me. “Sorry for all the hassle, just a small mistake. We’ll see each other another time. Bye.”

He tosses me and then I am being blown away again, except this time the wind is taking me down, down and down. We’re going back so fast I black out.

I open my eyes, I find myself in my bedroom, tucked in bed. It’s as if I never put on my uniform and left the house.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” It’s my Mother. She’s standing over me with an annoyed look on her face.

“It’s 9’o’ clock Max, don’t you have school today.” She’s holding the clock to my face, and when I see it, I scream.

Shit.

 

 

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