This is an attempt at a piece of flash fiction. I really appreciate constructive criticism, so please don't shy away from leaving a comment.
They say your entire life flashes before you at the end. I wonder what mine will look like. Will it be as selective as I have been, burying the unpleasantness deep within. Or will it erode through the layers of my subconscious and dig out that which lies concealed under years of subterfuge.
The wealth, the flamboyance. It feels nothing more than a lie. A brightly coloured wallpaper to hide all the ugliness beneath. The great heights of success I achieved. The great lengths of deceit I went to in getting there.
Will I feel the pain, I wonder. The pain that I have kept hidden away from prying eyes. The enduring agony of loss. They think they know what it feels like to have suffered so. They only really come for the money. It is always about the money. The pretence at sympathy soon replaced by greed. The all-encompassing need to hoard. The devilish desire to grab all within reach and then to reach out for more.
Was I not but one of them? Ruthless, conniving, calculating. Ready to snatch that which was not mine.
We do not always end up where we wish. Destiny has a way of playing cruel games; twists that we do not anticipate and we end up miles away from where we hoped to be.
I am standing here now at the very edge of a precipice. Where do I go from here? Back to that which I have left behind. Or go take the leap into the unknown. Plunge into the depths of this endless abyss in the hope that I will resurface, once again, to rule the world.
One step. One step is all that I need. To go over the edge.