I dug my toes in the soft white sand as Khatlynne explains a dream that doesn't seem like one.
"I'm asleep when I hear my dogs’ menacing growls. I sense the presence of something sinister, something dark. Standing nearby is a shadowy figure with a scythe. Angry, I focus all my energy shouting, 'Take that! Blast off!' The shadow jerks in response, but doesn't leave, and a deep guttural laugh mocks my attempt to banish it. 'Leave Now! Immediately! I'll decimate you into billions of particles. Get out!' The entity jerks violently as if jolted by high energy bolts before it starts disappearing with a low sinister laugh.
"Weren't you scared?" Marylou asks.
"Well, actually I was angered at being woken up more than anything." Khatlynne admits. "My privacy was invaded, violated."
"Consider yourself lucky." I say. "I do know that death isn't menacing or sinister. So who did that creep think he was?”
“I don’t know, but I took him by surprise when I blasted him," said Khatlynne.
"Then what happened?" Marylou asks, her voice sounding both fearful and excited.
"Nothing. I tried to go back to sleep," Khatlynne says.
"It's a dream,” I conclude, “A nightmarish dream."
Rhyanna DeTuathana [Corvallis, OR] lives with her two dogs, Emmie & Cody. When not writing, she is sewing and quilting.
© 2009 Rhyanna DeTuathana. Original for CCF. DeTuathana grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology.