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Flash Fiction February 2026 Day 1 Prompt: Elsewhere (a character arrives somewhere they are absolutely not supposed to be)
This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. How did I even get here to begin with? Where is here anyway? Still in the realm between sleep and wakefulness I begin to come to and become aware that I’m in something moving. It doesn’t feel like a boat, maybe some sort of cart? It’s cold, with a seemingly relentless wind. My head feels funny and the last bits of memories I can recall are fragmented. The crossing itself had been fine as had the rest of my journey up to that point then suddenly all hell broke loose in the middle of the night. There was shouting, and sounds of fighting, then nothing. All I know is that I should be somewhere, elsewhere, anywhere, just not here. Moving my hands slightly I feel the harsh biting of rope against my wrists and a panic begins to rise internally. Was I kidnapped? Is someone going to murder me? Will anyone ever find me? Then I hear a voice that says something drawing me out of my half-conscious fogginess and I force myself to open my eyes. As presumed I am in a cart, with my hands bound, but I’m not the only one. In fact there are three others all seem to have their hands bound like mine, and a scary looking fellow next to me has a rag stuffed in his mouth to keep him from making noise. Two soldiers drive the cart along the poorly paved road. Whatever I’ve gotten myself into I don’t have a good feeling about, and I really should be elsewhere. Wherever this cart is headed that is somewhere I am absolutely not supposed to be. With no reasonable plan of escape it seems the only thing to do is wait and find out where the final destination is, and hopefully not meet the same fate as whoever these other three seem to be traveling to- one almost unbearably slow creaking wheel turn after another.
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