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Not only have I missed regular blogging (see my last post), but I have also missed participating in the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenges, so today I managed to scribble out an entry for this week’s challenge — to write a 99-word story using the concept of “riptide.”
I took the approach that’s easiest for me: instead of flash fiction, this is flash memoir.
The Riptide of Reason
She closed her bedroom curtains against the darkness of the night. Though around her all was still, inside her was a hurricane. She stumbled onto her bed, clutching her head. Her questions and doubts lately, her struggles, studies, thoughts, reasonings—they had all led up to this moment of separation, a riptide tearing her away from the current of the life she had always known. Her people. Her religion. Her God. All gone in a moment as she asked the final question, the one she hadn’t known she’d been hiding from until now: What if it was all untrue?