I can’t seem to break free. From these cuffs. From my nightmare…
In my dream I was running. Running from a man whose face I couldn’t see. I didn’t know why, or what he would do once he caught me. All I knew was to run. As fast as I could. As far as I could.
In the end, I ran straight into his arms…
I gave up trying to get out of the handcuffs. I never dialed 9-1-1. (My phone is still in my lap when he returns, a smirk on his face.)
Somehow, I think he knew I wouldn’t.
A to Z Challenge theme: A Drabble for a Tag
This year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.
Today’s tag is “nightmare.”
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