Despite focussing on flash fiction stories involving cycles and cyclists as I have been undertaking my cycle 5000 miles in a year challenge for charity (more details if you are interested here), occasionally a story surfaces that doesn’t conform to what I am trying to do. Which is okay. Sometimes those stories feel good enough to share. I hope you don’t mind me sharing this flash fiction story with you. Thank you.
Now it’s off for my morning ride – unsure if it is going to be a short one or a long one. Guess I’ll find out when I get out there.
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2022
Numbers filled his dreams. Numbers he couldn’t add, subtract, multiply or divide, no matter how many times he tossed and turned. Subconsciously he straightened his three pillows.
This number was at the heart of all those numbers. This number was the lifeblood pulsing through all those numbers. He saw and heard this clearly, felt this as keenly as he’d ever felt anything.
Three times dawn caressed his face. Beaming, he opened tired eyes. The mind-blowing serenity of those numbers was like air around him. Breathing deeply, he sat bolt upright and wept for joy.