Reading Time: < 1 minute

Welcome to Tuesday Flash Fiction at Gobblers / Masticadores.

Please read my NEW FLASH FICTION STORY – When I Close My Eyes.

A mother’s eyes will never forget what they saw. Her mind replays the horror!

Please click the blue link to read the entire story. Enjoy!

When I close my eyes, I see him. Not merry pictures of the past. But that final glimpse of him falling. I’m convinced I saw it happen. I want to believe that he wasn’t alone in his last seconds. My eyes had him covered, though they offered only horror. No outstretched hand, no gigantic leap, […]

When I Close My Eyes by Terveen Gill – Gobblers / Masticadores

19 Comments on “When I Close My Eyes by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores

  1. Wow, Terveen – this is incredibly good. I’m not just saying that – the details and nuances made it so utterly believable. I can practically see the scene in my mind. Simply fantastic.

    <3
    David

    • Thank you so much, David.
      It was sad and tough to imagine it. But the feeling of devastation clearly led me through it.
      I appreciate your wonderful comment. 🙂

  2. Did you write on a cue, and did you visualised while you wrote this…I tried writing about death and it feels so burdensome and light at the same time!!

  3. A memory through a mother’s eyes – scarily good and captivating. Horrendous things happen oh so casually and the benefit of hindsight is a means of torture. I could feel the pain of the mother. A harmless picnic ending in death and eternal blame. Oh, this is good. Horrendous, but good.

    • Thank you so much, Britta.
      There is no torture greater for a mother than blaming herself for not saving her child from harm, in this case death. I’m glad I could evoke the horror and pain. Your encouraging words drive me on.

  4. Our ability to visualize can be the cause of great accomplishments or devastating sorrow. Most people catastrophize at some point in their life, either envisioning the worst possible scenarios or placing themselves at the scene of a horrific event and the simple fact of the matter is that the brain cannot differential between these illusory thoughts and reality.

    Nicely done, Terveen.

    • That is so true, Rhyan. Often repetitive thoughts influence the mind to alter reality and blur the lines causing a distortion that further feeds this vicious cycle. But sometimes trauma induces such obsessive thought patterns and there’s no way of stopping the mind from wandering. Thank you for your honest and wise words. They always add so much meaning. 🙂

  5. When I was in college, a student from another department died from a complication from flu. It was a devastation. We talked about it for at least two weeks, even though we hardly know the boy. Most of what we talked about was how his parents would feel about this. It’s a tragedy that cannot be recovered from for some people. Thanks to modern medicine, women don’t have to go through such tragedies as much as before, but still the worry will never seize. The worry is forever.

    • I agree, Haoyan. Dealing with loss and tragedy is different for every person. And the ones left behind have to live with the sorrow as well as many internal conflictions. Such is the complicated human mind. And worry of ‘what could go wrong’ will always burden the minds of many. Joy and peace have turned into priceless commodities. Thank you so much for your wise sharing. 🙂

It Ain't Right Till You Comment. Go Ahead!

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: