NIGHTMARE
"What do an ordinary chair and a wheelchair in an empty room mean?" she wondered, rubbing her arms to dispel the nightmare-driven chills.
The house was quiet as the grave...great, now she was thinking in clichés! Rising from the sheet-covered couch where she been asleep, she went into the kitchen.
She needed a drink...
Yea I just woke up ....needed a drink and drank my peach juice...ahhhhhhhhh....you should try it....
ReplyDeleteEvery house has its own set of memories. Nice write.
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Indeed, Nik!
ReplyDelete*smiles*
ReplyDeleteInteresting write K..xo
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jillian! :)
ReplyDeleteYup.... Got the same feeling from this image.... Very lonely.... Great write... Hugs
ReplyDeleteThanks, Wolfie! *hugs back*
ReplyDeletedefinitely a chilly scene :) xxx
ReplyDeleteChilling indeed, Cinn!
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