Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Extremely Short Story 5

They’re coming closer and closer, roaring, and I can’t move; can’t scream; can’t breathe...

I wake up as my feet hit the floor. He’s still snoring, oblivious as usual. This has to stop...can I get the duct tape sealed tightly over his lips without waking him? There, that should do it...

I get into bed. Are my nightmares gone? I don’t know. Yet. Turning off the light, I close my eyes.


--Jo/Sarah

2 comments:

Ellie said...

I'm surprised nobody else has commented on this. I liked it!

batgirl said...

Short & sweet (dreams). The co-writers should consider submitting it as a flash fic.
-Barbara