A Separate Reality
Hi Everyone,
I write and narrate a weekly flash fiction short story podcast series and thought I would share last week’s episode 22 with you, I hope you enjoy it.
Many of us cannot accept the reality we live in, and there comes a moment in our lives when we regret the choice we made and want something more soul-satisfying:
Dorian heard the cop car sirens getting closer as he ducked through the nearest doorway. Unknowingly, he stepped into a crowded art gallery. He was quickly greeted by a stuffy high-class butler, “Welcome to the Rodalvas Aldi collection, LSD Champaign and Peyote brownie, sir?”
Sweaty and out of breath, Dorian was distracted by his current predicament. Without thinking, he quickly downed a glass of Champaign and grabbed one of the odd-looking brownies. After one bite, he needed more Champaign to wash it down, so he grabbed another glass. The butler looked at him askance, and muttered, “My we are brave tonight, now aren’t we?”
Dorian could hear the police outside, desperately searching for him. There was no place to hide, except to get lost in this crowd. So, he turned his back to the entrance. Only to discover, he was a nose away from a landscape titled, “Canyon Escape.”
As he listened for the police to approach, he fingered the gun in his pocket. All he wanted to do was to escape this nightmare of a mugging gone wrong. Dorian wished he never bought that gun.
He stared intensely into the scenic overview before his eyes; its tranquility slowly pulled him in. The landscape painting soon engulfed him as the reality of the gallery melted behind him.
Dorian closed his eyes and took a breath of fresh morning air. He opened his eyes, somehow, he escaped and now stood on the canyon’s edge gazing at this magnificent scene.
He made the mistake of looking back to see if he escaped from the police. He was shocked to discover behind him a painting of the art gallery. Panicking, Dorian glanced back and forth between the two paintings. He realized he was trapped in this picture frame forever.
The End.
Thank you for reading my story, stop by for a visit sometime, to discover more of my flash fiction to read and listen to.