I had a dream once. Haven’t we all? Dreamt once? About love, loss, things we fear most.
Silly that I think of this dream now, a dream so far in the past that I care not to remember what aroused it.
But as I descend the stairs to his basement, floorboards creaking beneath my feet, I can’t ignore that the knocking, growing louder as I approach, causes the same shortness of breath as that dream.
There’s a second door on the back wall, hidden in shadow. Whoever’s behind it senses my presence. The beating quickens, and so does my heart.
—Nortina
The A to Z Challenge is back, and this year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (~100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.
Today’s tag is “dream interpretation.”
Stay tuned for “E” tomorrow.
I’m gasping for air here…great writing!
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Wonderfully atmospheric piece. Good job, Nortina.
D is for Dependant
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Thanks! 😊
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Do not go into the basement! Put on the light and hide in a kitchen cupboard under the sink. I have never heard of any boogy men looking there 😘😊
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Haha! To my knowledge, kitchen cupboards are free of ghost stories. 😉👌🏽
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Haaha😃
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