Satire Flash Fiction posted March 26, 2024 |
150 Words
Emotional Paradox
by Mark Jackson
When I was young, about ten, I used to hide under my bed, not because I was scared, but it made me feel like I didn’t exist. A warm comfortable numb feeling.
Years later, I rationalised I did not want to die, I simply did not want to exist, never to have existed. I decided not to have children; I would not inflict life on another.
My dad had always been distant, working late and busy when at home. He lost his job when I was seventeen: “Kick me when I’m down,” I overheard him say.
I asked him about being young, listened to his stories. I told him my resolution never to procreate. “Neither would I,” he agreed, “if I had my time again.” I never felt closer.
With a delayed emotional response, I realised that meant I wouldn’t exist.
That most precious moment, imagining I had never been.
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When I was young, about ten, I used to hide under my bed, not because I was scared, but it made me feel like I didn’t exist. A warm comfortable numb feeling.
Years later, I rationalised I did not want to die, I simply did not want to exist, never to have existed. I decided not to have children; I would not inflict life on another.
My dad had always been distant, working late and busy when at home. He lost his job when I was seventeen: “Kick me when I’m down,” I overheard him say.
I asked him about being young, listened to his stories. I told him my resolution never to procreate. “Neither would I,” he agreed, “if I had my time again.” I never felt closer.
With a delayed emotional response, I realised that meant I wouldn’t exist.
That most precious moment, imagining I had never been.
This is flash fiction about me, but an alternative me, in a universe touching our own.
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