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Where am I? This can’t be real. Or is it?
Beasts stand motionless, staring into my yes. There, look. A grotesque creature. It drops its jaw, silver fangs glint in the gloom. At its feet a slather of slime. A doll grins and tilts its head, I’m scared. Is that a train I see? Yes. I should run for it and escape. But I can’t. Why can’t I?
Debris surrounds me. Bits and pieces everywhere, from here to the very edges of this petrifying vault. How did I end up in this chamber of horrors?
Why this salty taste? I’m thirsty. Where’s the drink I was enjoying just moments ago, where?
I hear water, I see water. It’s like the tide’s coming in. Now it’s silent, yet I hear voices. No, just one voice. Shhhh. Listen.
“Ron, it’s late. For goodness sake come to bed”!
“Sorry sweetheart, I need to put away Tommy’s toys, clean up the ice cream he spilled and the crisps I dropped. My glass too, it fell to the floor and smashed. Oh no, the sink’s overflowing, I was going to do some washing up! I must have been fantasising. Please don’t fall asleep, I’ll be as quick as I can. Don’t forget we have unfinished business to attend to … if you know what I mean!
“In your dreams!”.
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Thanks to Brenda for hosting The Sunday Whirl where this week’s words are – jaw, debris, stitch slather, voices, beasts, tides salty, vault, edges, silver & tilt.
I used all but one, but I hopefully my piece had you in ‘stiches’ in which case I virtually used them all!
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Could have had a stitch in your side from picking up the toys maybe?
Fun post Keith.
Why didn’t I think of that?
Thanks, Di.
You’re welcome
hahahahaha – so close!
Very much so!
You did have me worried at the start and laughing by the end. Thanks for the fun story!
Just what I wished for!
Very clever- and I am hoping not to realistic for some.
Not for me, pure fiction!
Lol!
Thanks, Sadje!
You’re most welcome