Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.
I set down the envelop staring at the last line. The words. The handwriting. They taunted me.
I’d escaped. I had. But the yellowed paper mocked that too. I gained years, but nearly not enough.
Twisting the ring, I traced the discrete controls. This couldn’t be the end. I hadn’t even solved the mystery of the ring. A time device I couldn’t construct but with instructions in the same handwriting.
I glanced back at the note. Would you come to my funeral?
How could I call myself back? Knowing my death. Having the ring. I was supposed to be free.
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