Flash Fiction: Not the Same

My first jog in almost a month: Not only was I clearly out of shape, but the thoughts swirling inside my head were much darker than ever before.

Normally, I’d run on the trail carving the blossoming lavender field, stop halfway through, and dream; it was in the stillness of these moments where possibility seemed like reality was within reach. Now, following the knockout that put me on bed rest, I questioned everything. 

I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely. I decided to head back home; that was enough for the day.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/07/02/july-2-flash-fiction/.

Prompted from the Thursday Photo Prompt at: https://scvincent.com/2020/07/02/thursday-photo-prompt-dream-writephoto/.

Prompted from the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/07/07/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-july-7-2020/.

Prompted from the Horror House Wednesday Flash Fiction Contest at: https://lucysworks.com/2020/07/08/horror-house-wednesday-flash-fiction-contest-5/.


  1. A powerful story on many levels –coping with a head injury and identity, trying to get back into training. Yet, the lavender field was so unexpected, it made the story all the more poignant.

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