Another failed entry to the "Flash Fiction" thing. The rules are very simple; The "story" has to be less than 150 words and feature a particular prompt word (which is the one in brackets).
EXTREMES (trough)
EXTREMES (trough)
Lightning flashing, burning elation, ideas
were suddenly pouring from his mind like light from an exploding sun.
He stopped, just for a second to remember
those months that he’d spent in the trough of despair, taking the time to
remind himself that it really wasn’t always like this, not always so simple.
And into that moment, creeping into the
small spaces between his hopes and dreams, those dark corners that screamed at
him throughout the days and nights that he was unworthy, came the change, the
doubt, the wondering, and, as quickly as he had risen, he fell again.
But he’d had one brief moment of success,
and if that was what came to define him, then it would have to do.
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