The Went

While I was out on a cycle ride yesterday, further exploring cycle path 10, lots of things caught my eye, none of which I took a picture of. Nonetheless, in the evening I found myself reflecting on a street name I’d seen. The following one hundred word flash fiction story, inspired by that street name, bubbled to the surface first thing this morning.


© Kelvin M. Knight, 2022

Picture courtesy of  Manfred Antranias Zimmer from Pixabay

He didn’t know where it went. He no longer knew what it was. Maybe it was him? Maybe it was others?

He looked blindly around. There was no one here to tell, nothing here to remind him who he once was, what he now was.

Now. Change had occurred. Change was the only constant in life.

He dwelt on that word. Life was love. Life was loneliness. Love and loneliness lingering before something else.

It went.

It wasn’t.

It couldn’t be.

Nothing could, without hope. Yes. He clung onto that word even though its meaning went. Where, he didn’t know.

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