Monday, March 6, 2017

The Dream




Someone was chasing me. If I could reach that distant valley, I would be safe. But, a rough pair of hands grabbed me and I screamed for help.

“Piya, wake up. What happened?” The voice of my host was a relief to hear as it convinced me I had been dreaming.  

Later on, inside his old Spanish bungalow where I was staying, I came across a small round window with a view that was eerily familiar.

At that moment, a pair of rough hands grabbed me. My spooky host. I pushed him and ran hoping my dream wouldn’t come true.

Word Count: 100





Tina Basu

3 comments:

  1. Oh my this certainly is spooky!!! 😊

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  2. I could almost feel the hands grabbing me! Good stuff, Preethi!
    Thank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction

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