This was previously published at Six Sentences and Thrillers, Killers’n’ Chillers, and was also selected by Pill Hill Press to feature in their anthology: ‘365 of Daily Flash’.
The phenomenon began after Johnny’s near death experience. Sure, there was a tunnel, bright light and euphoric feeling. Although before he reached the familiar figures he zoomed back to his body with a jolt.
The first person he saw after his so-called ‘accident’ was the nurse. She was glowing before him, her multi-coloured aura topped with a pastel pink halo.
He assumed it was a dream, or the drugs, so on his discharge he wasn’t prepared for what was next. The bus ride home, and with each turn peoples’ auras and halos swayed mesmerically.
Whenever he slept he’d leave his body and bounce around the neighbourhood, higher each night, until he realised he could fly. On finding, with concentration, he could actually touch in this state, he began searching.
Six months it took to find the cowardly bastard. No halo on this guy as he staggered into the Mondeo pissed. Johnny sat beside him, the dent – created by Johnny – still visible on the bonnet.
At 50mph a quick yank on the steering wheel was all it took to impact the tree.
Ignoring the screams, Johnny gazed at the swaying, mesmeric flames.
Then off he flew… to his next mission…