Figments Friday {2}
source: Briana @Reader, Writer, Critic |
Today I'm sharing another snippet from the story that I'm mainly working on now. Maybe sometime in the future I'll do an interview or something like that. :)
My hand burns where it touches Keelin's. And I see flashes of images, fast as the speed of light, hurtling, zipping, careening through my mind. They are so intense--so strong--that the air itself seems to be resisting the attempts I make to breathe it in.
And worst of all. The very worst of all is the emotion that rolls so strongly through my body that I feel like vomiting up my breakfast.
I yank my hand back and give Keelin a forced small smile. "You'll be fine, sweets." I reach over the table and give her a tight hug, carefully making sure that none of our skin is touching.
At which, the mother gives an outraged squawk and rips her out of my embrace.
I don't know whether to snarl at her or laugh at her. So I do neither. And as the two walk out, I barely register their actions. I'm lost in the maze of my mind yet again.
Because...because, what I saw when I touched that girl was horrifying. Enough to make me shrink with terror in the far corner of the tent.
I saw her dreams, her nightmares. And I can only shudder.
Because I am a dream walker, and I have walked her dreams before.
It's really sad that you're busier than I am and yet you still manage to get your Figments Friday post up before me, the girl who made it. Good job! ;) I'm just not as on top of it as you.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness that ending! *squeals*
Oh psh. ;) This is why I love the scheduling on Blogger.
Delete*squeals and jumps up and down* Yay I'm so glad you like it! I think I'm going to try to do Figments Friday (emphasis on try) every week to keep me motivated with my writing. :)