This week’s theme is sleep, because I am very tired and want some. Sleep. Also, there is no fiction from me until tomorrow… or later today is it would be, as I have stayed up too late reading, and am too tired to think of even 27 words, let alone 50. I almost forgot it was Friday, because of those two days off at the beginning of the week.
So … on your mark… git set…. gimme 50 words!
EDITED to add my story:
Night Sky
She opened the back door, slipping outside, spreading her blanket on the lawn. Looking up at the clear night sky, this was her favorite time, when everyone was sleeping. Which is why they did not see the beam of light come down and carry her up into the night sky.
staying in the lines….
The memories of the days past fade, but are replaced in sleep by dreams; bodies that speak and that move; slowly melt in coming dawn. He dreamt of her again last night. He had written her a month ago. She returned that he not write back.
The morning found him obscured by his own thoughts. The empty room drew its lines into corners. Perspectives drawn back and revealing those thoughts of false idols that had now moved on. What desperate words could clutch to those memories of the non-happening. This dream was all he had.
He was still. His heart froze. He watched now the image of her face. In this frozen state he lived and died again. From birth to death, and there were no stops, no place to hold the rail, no pause. And in all the twisting the turmoil, the image faded.
“Sleep with me, he said.” Cora thought he meant sex, but he only wanted a living teddy bear to snuggle with.
Now at two in the morning, bent over the toilet with his dog on top of her, she was finally experiencing a pleasure he could never have given her.
Sleep – I need more of it, before I can come up with 50 words to say about it. ZZZZzzzzzz…..
A dusty dog slept on the dusty porch. A dusty truck pulled up the dusty driveway, stopping in a dusty cloud. Dusty looked up from sweet slumber of dusty dreams, while a dust devil spun its devilish dust across the dreary dust filled day. The dusty sunlight bakes more dust.