Before I share my response to Chari’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch, I need to share something else.
Anthony Bourdain is in the news this morning. A man who was so full of life couldn’t live with the shroud of depression any longer and took his own life. And while I wasn’t a dedicated follower of his, this loss cuts deep.
I know what the depths of depression feel like, and after something like this happens, people flock to offer support on social media. I tend to find myself speechless in these times, as memories of the dark shroud revisit.
So it would seem strange that Charli’s prompt along with the following Twitter thread inspired a flash fiction idea. I’ll share the thread and then the prompt.
And Charli’s prompt is this: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about man glisten. It was a fun term coined by two men with glitter in their beards.
So with all of this in mind, I offer my flash piece.
Darkness settles on me, around me, through me. It’s impenetrable. Undeniable.
I shake the bottle. Ten seconds is all I need. Ten seconds to escape.
One last glance outside. I used to feel joy on a spring day. I remember it as a cold fact.
Zach sits on his porch with his preschooler. His chin is lifted, and she’s sprinkling something into his thick, black beard.
I set the bottle down and head across the street.
Glitterbeard looks up as I approach. “Hey, man! You like it?”
It’s enough to poke a hole in the darkness.