Flash Fiction Challenge: Jump
My next attempt at writing something to be viewed by the public was completed last week. It was through a website called Indies Unlimited.
The beginning of the story was provided by the administrator of the website:
The prison was on an island with vicious impenetrable jungle on one
side and on the other, a 200 foot cliff that stood above a savage surf.
The inmates called it the Freedom Jump.
No one had ever escaped from the island, but that didn’t mean it was
impossible to find freedom. Death is, after all, a kind of freedom.
Ramone had managed to tunnel below the walls of the main prison and
had made his way to the Freedom Jump. But he had a plan that involved
something other than death.
He had dreamed of making this jump for years and planned every minute
detail. Nearing the ledge, he felt
something change in the core of his being as his heart fluttered and his
stomach did somersaults.
Below is the entry that I submitted:
An ancient potion passed down from his grandmother was sure to work. He had tried it on the cockroaches that were
everyday visitors to his cell and it had transformed them to butterflies just
like his grandmother had predicted.
With a quick gulp from his flask, the honey flavored concoction burned as he
swallowed it. He felt a warm fullness in his heart and with that, sprung from
the ledge like an Olympic diver attempting to capture a gold medal.
As he spread out his arms into the oncoming sea breeze, the transformation
of his body started to overtake him. Just a few feet from the rocks and to freedom,
the change was complete. Beautiful wings in shades of blue, black and yellow
appeared where he once had arms and hands. He furiously flapped with all of the
strength he could muster. But, not able to break the law of gravity, Ramone
crashed into the jagged-edged boulders that lined the beach.
“Ramone! Dude, wake up!” Julio shouted.
“Man, you’ve been sleeping on the floor for hours, we thought you were
dead.” His brother continued.
Ramone woke to the sweet taste of honey in his mouth and the familiar aroma
of his grandma’s biscuits and gravy. Now
to determine how to eat with wings …
Came in a very strong third place. Competition is fierce, but I will keep trying. Thanks to everyone who voted for my story.