“Alone” is a disturbing short story that puts us in the shoes of a survivor of a near-death experience.

Read on to experience a moment of restlessness and uncertainty.

Reading time: ~ 3 minutes



I was alone in the darkness, I couldn’t see anything, it was all black or perhaps all white, I don’t really understand. “Where am I,” questions I asked myself, although to be completely honest I didn’t know any language.
I walked and ran, I tried so hard that an icy or perhaps warm sweat moistened my body, or at least I thought so, because when I tried to dry it there was nothing.
Sometimes I was short of breath, even though I didn’t seem to be breathing. I was trapped and at the same time free, there were no limits to my walking, but also no place to go.

Time doesn’t move forward.


A bright light blinded me, now everything was seen in the opposite color, white or maybe this time it was black.
“What is this?” I asked and felt a slight warmth in my throat. This time I was sure I had actually uttered those words, I know they came out of my mouth.
I felt arms around me and a woman saying, “You’re alive! I thought I was losing you forever. Amid the confusion I glimpsed a familiar silhouette, a woman crying.
Slowly I left behind my state of absolute confusion and began to remember.
I was driving my vehicle as usual, but then there was an explosion and a blinding light. Evoking that memory an involuntary and horrible spasm shook my body.
I had apparently had an accident and my heart stopped beating, but the surgeons did a great job and brought me back.
My wife told me in sobs everything that had happened, apparently the doctors had to amputate my legs. It’s funny actually, at that time I felt like I still had them with me, I could even move my toes. Despite the terrible news, I didn’t feel or feel sorry for losing my legs, I don’t think I need them.


In the evening the hospital was silent and the noise of the street felt very distant. A slight breeze on my face gave me a pleasant sensation. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace.
A moment that lasted only a short time as a person came out the door to speak to me and interrupt my tranquility.
I didn’t need to talk to that person, but I responded out of courtesy anyway, albeit with a slight annoyance:

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I just need to be alone.”

And I dropped off the ledge.