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Shared Feelings – Flash Fiction


They’d been working together in silence. A comfortable silence. They each got on with their own work, doing what they had to do with no chatter, no laughter. It certainly wasn’t unusual for them to do so, but it was definitely not the norm to be so quiet, so engrossed in their own work.
“You ok?” he asked, looking up from his desk and breaking the silence.
She glanced up from what she was doing and looked him straight in the eye. Spending a second considering what to say, she took a deep breath;
“I feel stuck” she stated, her voice taking on a tone of realism rather than her usual bright vocals. “I feel like I’m having a quarter life crisis or something. I’m in a state of flux – I don’t like everything about my life, but I don’t know how to fix those bad bits. I don’t know what to do for the best. I just don’t feel like I’m living – barely existing really. I get all these ideas about what I could do, but I’m too lazy to pursue them – too tired! I’ve got no real passion anymore. Nothing that will satisfy my creativity and be an income. I want the money, but without the work. I don’t want this 9 – 5 existence, going home exhausted and only living for the weekend – why is that even a way of life? It’s soul destroying. But it’s the norm, and the easy way out I guess.”
She trailed off; thinking about everything she just released, she turned to him, wondering if she had freaked him out with her verbal unloading.
“I feel exactly the same way” he half-smiled


[277 words]

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My eyes were fixed blankly on the computer screen in front of me, unaware of the people and conversations that surrounded me. I was bored. Fed-up. Unproductive. Day-dreaming of better days to come yet annoyed with myself for not putting in the effort to make future dreams a reality.

I wanted to be anywhere except at work. It was repetitive, fruitless and full of bossy, pretentious co-workers. I didn’t have the confidence to pursue my life’s ambitions and had become lifeless, dull and inactive; resigning myself to an office job, working 9 til 5. What a way to make a living.

My thoughts were often interrupted by the boss who would come over to ask me to do something. On the other side of me, a colleague would appear as well, also asking me to do something. I felt cornered, confined to the standard issue office swivel chair, spinning from one person to the next, never-ending to-do-list; everyone’s dogsbody.

One day, in the middle of another menial task, I felt twinges in my back. It started off like little flutters within the muscles, I thought from hunching over my desk, but before long an agony began, spreading across my shoulders. Suddenly it felt like my bones and muscles were trying to escape, pulling from me. I felt something protruding from me. I moved frantically trying to get a better look, urgently moving toward the mirror in the little kitchenette area.

My colleagues didn’t glance my way; they were too absorbed in themselves. I was panicked. The sound of material shredding made me more frantic. What was happening to me?!

I fell to my knees in agony as something grew from my being. I winced and growled, fearing what was happening when, as quickly as it started, it stopped. I glanced over my shoulder, feeling a weight on my back. I didn’t want to believe it. I thought I was going insane, having a mental breakdown when, looking in that small wall mirror, I saw them for the first time.

There on my back; from my shoulder blades to be precise, were a pair of big, dark feathery wings.

With a little effort I managed to make them flutter. With a little more effort I lifted off the ground. I was unsteady but I kept fluttering, concentrating hard on making these things go. I kept flapping. My fear changed to joy in my new found state.

I lifted higher and higher in the air, my co-workers still too absorbed in their work to notice as I flew through the entrance doors, never to return.

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