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.
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.
Prompted by: Laura Larios
“Tom.”
God help me…
“I’ve missed you.”
It’s been over ten goddamn years and that’s the first thing she says to me? I’ve missed you? Really??
“Tom,” my name rolls off her tongue again.
As if it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if it belongs there and nowhere else.
Dear God, please help me…
