(Author’s Note: Dealing with a sinus infection, headache related to, and all this other jazz. Forgive me if things seem a bit off.)
©Peter Abbey
Waiting In My Dreams
The pathway was dark, surrounding me with the litter of my mind. Things said, things written. At the end, I saw a solitary man.
“Let me through,” I said.
“You didn’t do things right this time,” the man said
“Want to make a bet?”
I pulled out my tazer and made him ride the lightning. After a good 10 second jolt, I stepped back and waited.
He didn’t move an inch.
“I am not afraid of you,” I said defiantly.
“Probably not. But you’re still not getting through.”
“Why?”
“Not your time yet.”
“Then I’m sitting here until my time comes.”
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I love how this surprised me. At first I thought it was one thing, and then it was clearly another – very clever. I also really like the phrase ‘ride the lightning’!
I loved riding the lightning too – excellent stuff. I love the stubborness of your MC, clashing with forces beyond their control. You’ve conveyed the character very clearly. Nicely done indeed 🙂
Love the opening to your story, such a sad thought “At the end, I saw a solitary man.”
Your time is your time… Until then, go out and enjoy it, what’s the rush?
I also loved the riding of the lightening!
I pulled out my tazer and made him ride the lightning. This should by all acounts be enough! Well written 😇
Ride the lightning is brilliant. Concise and perfectly descriptive
Riding the lightning is brilliant, but just using a taser just like that boggles the mind. Many-layered story, great writing.