Sometimes I write also write microfiction. This ultra-short story was written in response to the visual prompt below This intriguing photo was posted by Visual Verse, an online Anthology who post a new prompt every month.

Image by Julian Menier


When she said she was just slipping out for air, she had no idea that she would completely slip away from herself.

The first time it happened her family hunted for her for days. When she eventually returned, she was surprised to see posters on lampposts offering a reward for her safe return.

The police were annoyed that she couldn’t or wouldn’t give a lucid account of where she had been. Eventually a psychiatrist was called, who explained it away as some kind of fugue state. When his questions got too much for her she felt herself disappearing again.

It wasn’t long before she realised that she could come and go at will, and that casual statements like ‘Darling, I’m just going to put the cat out,’ could make her husband anxious. What he didn’t know though, was that this time, she was taking the cat with her and that they would not be coming back.

© Karen Harvey

Slipping Out For Air

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