Nightmare

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I’m on the edge, free-falling, the wind around me, through me.

It’s terrifying.

I can’t breathe despite the air rushing past.

Sometimes the sky is blue.

Other times it’s black as the ace of spades.

In the daylight, I see land rushing to break me.

At night, the buildings with their lit widows drag me close.

So close I feel the hardness of the walls.

I clutch at open space, frantic to find something to grasp.

There is nothing.

My hands, and brain, are numb.

Fumbling, I pull the cord.

I am flung upward toward – what?

For now, I am safe.

But the time is coming.

I have to face this.

©ChristineNedahlJanuary2018

Read and Vote Weekly eBook https://t.co/1xdccGKXMK via @AdHocFiction Nightmare on page 20 is mine – please take a look and vote if you like it. Thank you.

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