The Sunday Whirl

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
Nonsensical humming berated her ears as the dream dragged on. In her dream state Lorna wanted to drive fast and slam into the loose dirt and skid around like a stuntman. She’d seen it a hundred times and it looked easy, as long as there were no cliffs nearby. She reached down and turned off the radio but the humming continued. Words seemed to flash in her mind, words like, drive faster, run him down, crush his bones. Who’s bones, what?Hey! she said to herself, that’s enough! I am in my bed having a nightmare, that is all!

Lorna forced herself awake and left to the kitchen to make a fresh cup of coffee. It was too early, she thought, but heard a whap on her door. Lorna opened it, bent down, reached for the newspaper and tucked it under her arm. It was only after sitting at the table, sipping coffee, that she opened it to the local headlines. In big bold newsprint she read: “Local Man Run Down and Killed by Unknown Assailant”.

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