The other day, I decided to freewrite something. The end product is a short piece that I suppose could be a prologue to a much longer sci-fi fantasy story. I don’t know how far I’d be able to take this one, since I’m not particularly good at fantasy stories. I’m calling this one “Premonition,” about a girl who can foresee future events, some calamitous, some not. The question is, what is she supposed to do with this information? Is the future – and the past – writ in stone, or can her actions in the meantime make a difference?
I saw the flames as they licked the tops of the tallest trees, destroying not only the dry, autumn leaves, but the creatures that called the forest their home. I saw the wreckage on the highway, the crumpled heaps of two cars and an eighteen-wheeler truck. The truck was relatively intact, the bright banner advertising a soft drink company still emblazoned on its side.
My mother’s body was being wheeled away from the scene on a stretcher by two paramedics, a sheet covering her from head to toe. Her bloodied arm dangled limply off the side, exposed; somehow, the charm bracelet she’d worn for as long as I could remember had survived better than she had.
The orange blanket around my shoulders did nothing to quell the chill going through my body. It wasn’t just the shock of the crash. It wasn’t the throbbing pain in my shattered leg. It wasn’t the droning of the tactless police officer to my right as he asked me questions I couldn’t answer.
I’d seen this exact event before. If only I could have stopped it from happening.
It’s definitely in need of extreme polishing, but it’s a start. 🙂