2025-2026, Flash Fiction

"Untitled" – Lena Patel '29

The woods all look the same. The white of snow and brown of branches blur together. Have I seen this tree before? Time slips through my fingers like flour through a sieve. Where am I? Here is a river, running through the landscape like silk, smooth and cold but not frozen. A door nestled in the riverbed glows. It feels warm. I haven’t felt warm in so long. The door calls me. Come! Come! Dive in! It’s warm down here! I dive in, reach, please let me stay here. The light grows stronger now. A subtle wind blows. I see the sky.