They call it astral projection. Plane-walking. Body-jumping. I’ve been doing it for years: I’m the master, the sensei.

To float above your body, your anchor to the world, is quite the trip. Most of the time…

That’s me down there, lying so still.
That’s home.
And I’ve lost my key.

Kevin G. Bufton has been writing flash fiction for nearly eight years and still hasn’t got it out of his system. He lives in Birkenhead with his wife and kids, who seem to tolerate him. He writes his darkest stories wearing his brightest shirts, and believes the world could do with more rum. He blogs on an irregular basis at kevinbufton.com.