Since I'll never be published, I might as well post my stories here . . .

I've decided to share my stories here for now in a small attempt to create something positive while many of us are still governed by some kind of stay-at-home order.

My thoughts are with those affected by the pandemic and whose lives have been altered forever by it. 

This flash fiction piece was inspired by today's prompt on the "Flash in the Pandemic" website, which you can find here.
#flashinthepandemic

"Wordlessness"

The room danced around her as she adjusted her glasses. Words few off the page, lit by a bluish-green bio-luminescent glow. “Stranger” turned into “stinger,” and “flower” morphed into “flute," the letters fluttering around her head like a ring of fairies. She swallowed. Why were words flying around the room, changing from “terrified” to “Terra,” “death” to dearth,” and “receive” to “conceive”? She placed the paper on the table, her hands trembling, took off her glasses, and gasped. The lenses shimmered like sunlight on ocean waves. 

Someone must be playing a joke on her. But who? She lived alone, stranded in her desert isle of an apartment by this pandemic. Someone, somehow had switched her pair of sensible reading glasses for these strange legumes. No, she meant lenses. The foam, no frames--thin silver wire frames tinged green with age--looked the same as the pair she’d worn for yearns. Years. Yes, that was concise--no, correct. She crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it across the room. Now she was thinking in malapropisms. If this pendulum didn’t send soon, she might become permanently muddied.