Here’s my latest piece of flash fiction. I wrote it a few weeks ago. Now, scarily, it seems to be coming true!
Please let me know if you like it. All comments welcomed!
“Mummy”, said eight year old Tommy, pointing to a picture in a book, “What’s that?”
The picture showed a couple in a close embrace.
“It’s a kiss.”
“What’s a kiss?” queried Tommy.
“It’s something people used to do long ago.”
“Why don’t do they do it anymore?”
“Well, way back in the olden days when there were more people in the world, there was a virus that killed millions of people. To stop the virus spreading, people stopped kissing and touching, shaking hands …”
Tommy interrupted her flow, “What’s shaking hands?”
“It was another form of touching. People used skin contact to show they loved and cared for one another.” His mother tried to remember what touch felt like. Tentatively, she touched her own arm. “Like this.”
Tommy picked up Bodger, his teddy. “Ah – just like I do with Bodger!” he said happily.
“That’s right” said his mum. She felt they had been talking long enough and touched the screen to turn it off. Tommy faded away. She would talk to her son again another day – the next time it was their turn to chat.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems