Little Bleep (A Monologue Flash Fiction)
If i could scream I’d scream of little bleeps. Yes, little, tiny…that’s what I am. A small innocent “bleep” wanting to grow, wanting to survive and wishing to see the world outside.
From where I am is pure darkness. But I love it here. It’s warm and cozy. It feels so good just to be hovering wiggling around, so comfortable. I love it here, really. Oh, except when I hear loud thunderous screaming, yelling, shouting. I wanted it to stop. For each yelling feels like I’m dying. It has been like this for a while and it’s getting louder each day. I must say, today was the worst. Each loud scream was synonymous to a painful sharp cry.
I wonder when will this ever end.
Will I even make it out alive?
Please mom hang on there, we’ll make it together. I promise I’ll be your most loving little bleep ever.
And oh, dad…yes dad I can’t wait to see you. I only hear stories of you from mom. Those sweet lovely stories she’d tell me everynight. In between her sobs. Oh, I could feel how much she misses you.
So dear Lord I hope the thunder stops. I hope it ends soon. I fear I won’t make it out.
Mom, dad….please hang on guys, little bleep will be out soon. We’ll be together I promise.