Prompted by: Princess Jane
“I love you, Tom.”
I can’t say it back.
Not because I don’t love her. Not because it isn’t true. But because…
It’s too damn true. I love her too much. Far too much.
It’s overwhelming.
CALE: (shows up on set) Hey, I’m the first character here!
AUTHOR: You’re always the first one to arrive, buddy.
C: Wait a minute…
A: (looks nervous) What?
C: I thought it was Tom’s day to shoot. Why am I here?
A: (looks more nervous)
C: Something happened, didn’t it?
A: (looks even more nervous)
C: Tell me.
A: (sighs) Hart of His came out today.
C: (raises brow) Isn’t that a good thing?
A: Yeah…
C: Did nobody preorder it?
A: Actually, we had over 300 preorders…
C: That’s great!
A: No, that’s the problem…
C: (frowns) You f*cked up the file somehow, didn’t you?
A: (sniffles)
C: And now a sh*tload of readers have it on their Kindles.
Prompted by: Bree Verity
“You dream of such awful things, Tom.”
I don’t know why I said it. I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean to.
We don’t talk about these things.
“Yeah, I do,” he murmurs huskily, his hand closing over mine. “But I also dream of you.”
He’s not supposed to reply. This isn’t how we work.
We never talk about these things.
Prompted by: Matt
I know she’s watching me.
Rolling the gel liner onto my right leg – what’s left of it anyway – followed by a wool sock, I slide the prosthetic limb over top. It takes a bit of wrestling before the damn thing finally cooperates and I feel it click into place.
“What’s wrong?”
She always watches me.
“Nothing.”
“You’re such a liar.”
Apparently, she can read my mind too.
Continue reading “WEEK 23: They say you don’t dream in cryosleep”
Prompted by: Ben Mariner
As thunder rolls in the distance…
My heart aches.
I can’t imagine the demons haunting his dreams. I can’t even fathom the horror he must be reliving. The only thing I know is that he’s still battling something. And it’s tearing him apart.
It tears me apart too.
Prompted by: Amanda Siegrist
Bright.
So damn bright.
Like looking into the sun.
Fuck.
Instinctively, I reach up to shield my face.
It’s too late.
Fuuuck.
Prompted by: LesleyLu5
Kiddo.
Digging my fingers into his arm, I hang on for dear life.
He called me kiddo.
