There are moments caught between heartbeats, between light and shadow, time and space, in the swing of the pendulum, tick and tock, that leave us breathless. Lightning strikes during those moments, illuminating the darkness of a city street, an ocean, a field or, in my case, the garden in the middle of the night.
A tympanic roll of thunder woke me. Still swimming in a muddy dream, I pushed back the duvet and stood by the window, holding apart two slats of the blind with my fingers. There was no rain. The thunder growled in the distance, its tail between its legs. All was dark.
And then, for a moment, I was blinded by a white-hot sheet of lightning that lit up the sky like a photographer’s flash and, in its light, caught an owl mid-flight, a mouse or shrew dangling from its beak.
Kim M. Russell, 17th February 2020
My piece of flash fiction for dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Between Heartbeats
I’m hosting this month’s Prosery over at the dVerse Poets pub, where we are writing flash fiction that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, and a limit of 144 words – or 144 exactly.
The special thing about Prosery is that we are given a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in the flash fiction, within the 144-word limit. My choice is a line from a poem by Louis MacNeice, entitled ‘Coda’: ‘There are moments caught between heart-beats’.