She had lost connect with the surrounding. She was staring at the embers for close to ten minutes. Exuding, dancing flames held her captive.
A great turmoil erupted in her mind. Should she or should she not? She kept oscillating between the two opposing thoughts, tormented.
“End up as the laughing stock. You will be called names… Scaredy -cat, chicken heart, poltroon. Hahaha…pick your choice! Save your face and earn a grace. Do it lily livered” murmured the devil in her left ear.
“What do you want to prove? That you are brave? And to whom? Picking embers doesn’t make one brave. Don’t hurt yourself”, persuaded the angel, settled on her right shoulder.
She hesitated once again and pulled her hand back.
“You are a looser…loser, loser, loser”, laughed the devil from the left side.
With a jerk, she reached out for an ember and pulled it and placed it on her palm. An ear-splitting wail was heard for long.
She paid the heavy price of playing the dreaded on-line game.
Word Count: 171 words
Few months back, the news papers were flooded with the horrific stories of teenage children falling prey to on-line game named, “Blue whale”. The game dictated the player to inflict injuries to self and post pictures to clear the level. The last task or the last level was to hang self without leaving any note. Awareness was created amongst the boys and girls of that age through schools about the dreaded game. Parents and friends were advised to check the behaviour of their wards and buddies respectively. Later, many cases were reported in news paper about children being rescued from inflicting irrevocable damage.
Easy access to internet, lack of human touch, bullying, misplaced ideas of heroism all have contributed to rise of such demons. As a mother of growing children, my heart trembles at the thought of safe-guarding my children enough, from the ominous menace.
Linking this post to 158th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFfAW) by Priceless Joy.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!