THE POWER…

As soon as she got home and closed the door, it took control. She couldn’t speak or move. She was simply rotated off the floor and raised horizontally on a pillow of air, four feet above the tiles in the hall. An invisible force, soft but strong pulled her arms out from her body. Her lips trembled, blue from shock. Her eyes peeled open far beyond their capacity, pinned back – a clockwork orange nightmare.

A shoe flew off ripping her foot and breaking a toe before smashing through the front door window – it’s shattered glass a violent explosion, throwing shrapnel back that cut into her hands and face.

Her coat melted at the seams and floated away in pieces gently bobbing beside as if afloat in a zero gravity capsule, but this was earth. This was her home.

She’d grown accustomed to the doors rattling, the boards creaking and the taps turning on and off, but now that she was suspended, now that a razor sharp energy ripped up her spine busting the discs from each vertebrae, she fully understood its power and she clawed for an idea of how to escape what might happen next…

© kym darkly

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