The street emptied, and the voices got quieter. I could think again.
I considered how I ended up in this place. I’d had this theory, you see, that if I went somewhere where people didn’t speak English, I would stop hearing the voices everywhere. Or, if I did hear them, I wouldn’t be able to understand. Well, I was wrong about that, wasn’t I? I learned something else too – the more perceptive you are, the more alone you are.
An old man in the doorway glances at me, and thinks to himself: just another tourist.
When you think about “superpowers” a little bit, you are a lot more grateful about being plain old normal. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: