VisDare 51: Carefree


Thursday, May 17, 2018, was Emily’s most perfect day. It was the day she had wished for since she was a little girl, where nothing ever went wrong for her and everyone she loved was still alive and Duran Duran were coming over to her house to play a private concert just for her and all of her friends. It was seventy-five degrees at noon, not a cloud to be seen, and she was rolling down the road south of town on her grandmother’s old bike – feet not even touching the pedals as she laughed and called out to Debra, her next-door-neighbor and BFF who’d been killed by a drunk driver when they were twelve. So perfect was this day that her brain didn’t even wonder where the magic had come from or dread losing all that she loved a second time. Not, that is, until the clock struck midnight.


6 Responses to “VisDare 51: Carefree”

  1. Funnily enough, when I read your post in my WordPress Reader it showed me the entry twice: “Thursday, May 2018, etc.” and then “Thursday, May 2018, etc.” again. It gave your story a very Groundhog Day-esque feel – now I’m really curious to know what happens at midnight.

  2. A lovely, slightly chilling piece. Very well-written, and I like the diary format 🙂

  3. Beautifully creepy is right. I spent most of the piece thinking Emily was perhaps in a coma, or some other degenerative state that would allow her perception of reality to blur; but when I got to that last line I had to rethink that – in a good way! Now I, too, need to know what happens at midnight…

    Side note: Somehow, in MY brain, this tale connects with Simon’s…I’m not sure how….just saying! 🙂

  4. Very nicely done! I like the way you told this story so simply, but let the creep sort of… creep in?

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