Friday Flash Fiction's starter sentence this week was "writer's choice". I chose a big bite by claiming I would write a story using all 3 starter sentences. What follows is effort 2 using Sue's sentence , "You know that feeling when you wake up sweating and think 'thank goodness it was only a dream'?"
Dreams Do Come True
A twig snaps. I turn to face the sound. Behind me another twig snaps. Every sense jerks into overdrive. The sweat, that breath I can not catch is not from a dream. This is no virtual world of my own making. There are hulking dark figures out there. And they want me.
I remember now. My previous hours play back through my mind. A fight, much blood and……………………………….I look down to my shirt. It is torn, tattered and covered with, ….yes, it’s blood alright.
Kneeling now, I peek around the tree I woke up under. Some brush rustles to my left and I turn. Coming towards me are two hulking figures. Throwing my back against the tree again I open my mouth to scream……………… A light blinds me.
“Over here........... Bring the buggy. Dude’s all cut up.”
“Well, at least this one’s still alive.”
A big thanks to Cormac for keeping this flame rolling while I took my mini sabbatical to face the real challenges out here in the physical world.