"Five...."
We never told my siblings what my actual Vision was. I said that I saw myself graduating as valedictorian, because that was what I had worked my entire life for. What I had based my entire being on. Passing on parties to study for an exam. Missing a night at the movies to finish an extra credit assignment.
An entire lifetime of diligent work, blown. None of it makes any difference now. My grades don't matter, my actions don't matter, nothing matters. All that exists is me and the room, me and imminent death. How could this have happened? Who was that person, the one in my Vision? Me? Even now I shiver at the scent of pure, primal fear that had laced my Vision. Surely there was a mistake.
What had my siblings thought, being woken up in the middle of the night to screams and flashing lights? What had my parents told them? What did they think of me now? Would they hate me forever? Is that my legacy?
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The Vision
Kurzgeschichten"T-minus ten seconds until total obliteration." In which a person faces imminent death, their future becomes their past, and we raise the question: can you be punished for something you haven't yet done? Winner of the Inspiration! short story contes...
