dream Easy
Succumbing to the day. Exhaling the length of a freight train.
Drifting off
like
a
feather
floating.
A car backfires inside the room.
A woman wails in the distance beside you.
Startled realization!
The cicada. Between curtain and pane.
Within you, for certain with pain.
Now suspended between consciousness and .
Narratives plummeting into your depths, brushing as they go past. Across your childhood, along your street. Memories caught off guard.
Stirred up dust from a home recently left. Swallowing your future. Restraining your worthiness. Avoiding your truth.
Sinking
you
deeper.
Into a silence so loud there is no echo.
NYC Midnight 100-Word Microfiction Challenge, 2nd Round
I had 24 hours to write 100 words with the following prompts:
Genre: Horror
Action: Plunging
Word: guard
*This story was written May 17, 2025 for the 2nd Round.
