Welcome to episode 48 of Flash Fiction Friday with AB Frank.
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The writing prompt for this week:
Object: Platform
Action: Truth
Genre: Supernatural
Object Word Association: Performance, stage, sturdy, landing, train station.
Action Word Association: Lie, truth serum, investigation, seeker, confess.
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Cross Hill Station
The summer haze crawled over platform one of Cross Hill Station, a minor station on the main line between Manchester and Violshire. The platform was speckled here and there with passengers, and dandelion seeds floated by without a care.
Cross Hill was named after the cemetery on the hill, laden with crucifix tombstones. Samuel was a gravedigger at the cemetery and occasionally hopped on the train heading east towards Violshire city centre.
The evening sun was the perfect temperature. Samuel closed his eyes and absorbed its nourishing rays. It wasn’t often that the sun could penetrate the polluted Violshire air. Satisfied, he looked at his watch and saw the train was due any minute. He heard it whistle in the distance. Then he noticed a grey atmosphere had imposed on the yellow hue of the evening. His hands were coated in crimson.
The platform was instantly busier with passengers that appeared, impossibly. One man had a round wound between his eyes, and a woman’s throat was slashed open. Each person had injuries worse than the last. He saw a bloodied body on the track itself.
‘Samuel,’ came a gentle voice from behind him.
He spun around. ‘What’s happened?’ he quizzed, noting her swollen face.
‘You’ve just passed over, Samuel. These are all the other souls that passed over at Cross Hill Station.’
Instinctively, he knew the truth. The body on the track was his.
THE END
Cross Hill Station