IMMORTALITY IN THE MODERN WORLD

I wrapped my arms around Kyle. We turned and watched the parasail disappearing in the distance.

‘There he goes, my crazy brother’ I sighed.

‘Maybe he’ll come back safe.’ Kyle suggested, more in hope than expectation.

The clouds on the horizon had been gathering. The storm would make landfall imminently. It had been downgraded from a hurricane, but was still expected to cause widespread damage.

The coastline had been evacuated. When the Governor made the order to leave, Seb had come up with his plan.

He had a million followers.

‘I ride into the storm on a parasail, and film it all for YouTube.’

He couldn’t be dissuaded. He needed a viral hit to keep the advertisers. He needed more views than the other vloggers out there.

‘You might die,’ I pleaded.

‘On the contrary, the footage will make me immortal.’

His ever-faithful friend, Bubs, agreed to drive the speedboat.

Kyle started the engine and, as the small speck in the sky disappeared, engulfed in the bank of rolling clouds, I got into the car.


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Copyright Michelle DeAngelis

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

36 thoughts on “IMMORTALITY IN THE MODERN WORLD

  1. It seems hopelessly idiotic, and yet people die in similar ways all the time. Funny how humans can be so disengaged from their own mortality, isn’t it? A really imaginative take on the prompt, Iain

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