Especially in My Sleep

What follows is one of my Thinking Ten efforts.  Thinking Ten is a blog created for wannabe fiction writers like me to get a daily fix.  Every day there are new prompts.  The only rule is to write for ten minutes only and then polish and edit as needed.

I have participated in a few.  The ten minute limit pops up very quickly and almost always I need more minutes to find some kind of finishing point.  What follows is a ten minute effort that oddly finished at ten minutes.  I was sure I would need some more time to gussey it up and make it at least readable.  But when I re-read my effort, I decided to let it stand just as I wrote it in the ten minute time frame. 

Words, Inc - Wednesday  - (1) moment, (2) stone, and (3) voices

Especially in My Sleep


Moments come, moments go. Stones last forever. So the voices tell me anyway.

It was not until a few years ago I noticed the voices. They told me they had always been with me. They told me they were part of everyone. But only a selected few were graced with the knowledge of their existence.

When I asked why had I become one of the chosen few, their answer was less than complete. They told me, "We chose you because you are special."

"Special?"

"Yes, you are special."

"What is so special about me?"

"You can hear us."

I thought about this. I guess it made sense, but I failed to see the logic.

"But what if I choose to not listen to you?"

There was some murmuring, the sounds that come from hushed voices in a huddle.

One voice began, "Well......" Then more murmuring.

Finally a deep voice said, "You can choose to not listen, but you will always hear us."

I would have walked away, but what would be the point? They followed me wherever I went. I tried to not listen to them, but the big guy with the deep voice was right. I always heard them. Even in my sleep.

Especially in my sleep.
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(ten minutes) - I did cut out a couple of words for this post


Artwork - Acrylic by Jessica Derleth