2608

This is what I like to call a "flash" story. It is not designed to have any development, but rather ignite curiosity and question in the readers. I believe that flash stories can help writers use their imagination and work towards creating themselves. This story is about darkness. Enjoy!

It’s a hot summer day. The kind that makes you itchy and irritated like drive byes; you hate them but cannot make it stop. The sun is at its highest point where shadows only show if you’re invisible. Cars are nowhere to be seen. The road goes as far as the eye can see, deep into the depths of the Mojave Desert. The radiant sun blocks one, two, three, four cars from eyes view. She stops at everyone of them shouting, hoping they will see her in the review mirror. They don’t. Two hours later, she reaches into her yellow bag for water; gone. As she prepares to sit and rest, she notices something in the distance. She stands on the side of the road whilst she sticks out her long arm and waves.

“Hey.” The scrub says in the distance. The girl runs 10 feet to meet the car that has stopped and as she approaches the scrub flicks his Marlboro Red.

“Can I get a lift?” Asked long armed girl.

“Where are you going?”

“To darkness.” The scrub stared as he puffed more of the dingy cigarette and turns to the driver.

“Get in, I don’t have the time to stay here, I have cargo.” Said the driver. As she gets into the car the girl thanks the guys and they begin to drive into the solitude road.

They drive for 20 minutes without a sound aside from the gushes of the wind until a woman speaks from what seems like nowhere. “Where are we?”

The girl is startled, as she did not realize that there was another human in the trunk of the 2000 white Bronco. She turns to see a caramel-colored girl with dark brown hair looking out into the distance.

“Who the fuck are you?” Asks the trunk girl as she turns her face from the back window. The girl notices her massive eyes. Her cheeks are as high as the Mojave mountains that shine in the background of great lands. She’s wearing a green top that shows the jugs of an angel.

“My name, is…. Ky’…. aira.” The girl stuttered to respond.

“Chupe,” calls the trunk girl to one of the guys up front. “who the fuck decided it was a good idea to picked her up without asking me first?”

“Calm down Caro, she said she’s on her way to darkness. Who are we to stop her?” answered Chupe. The girl in the trunk stares at Ky’aira a bit longer before saying, “I’m Carolina, but you can call me Caro. I don’t know who you are or where you come from, but anyone who travels towards darkness is welcomed here. However, before we drive you any further, I have to ask you three questions. CHUPE, STOP THE CAR!”

Chupe pulls to the side of the road that is now a smidge less dreadful in heat because the sun is hiding behind the great mountains. Caro opens the trunk door, jumps out, and tells Ky to follow. Ky jumps over the back seat and climbs out of the Bronco onto the desert road. They walk into the field of death and five minutes after walking they stop. Caro turns to face Ky’aira and says,

“Number-fucken-one. The Pure came for all of us, only we were the lucky ones. Where were you when The Pure came?”

“On a run.”

“Number Two. The darkness is the purification of your soul, which means you will be nothing without it and all of you will disappear into dust should you decide to continue this path. Do you wish to sell your soul?”

“Yes.” Answered Ky without hesitation.

“And last, but not least, Number Tres. Don’t you think that those that are pure now didn’t sell their soul before The Pure?”

“I don’t understand.” said Ky.

“Then you are not ready.” Caro begins to walk back to the Bronco and shouts to Ky behind her, “You will travel with us until you’re 2608. Until then you are not to question the journey to your darkness.”

They climb back into the Bronco, drive into dusk and vanish in the road.