I was going through some old note pads when i came across a story i had started to write a few years back. I have never finished it as i had run out of ideas of what to write next. So here it is, my one and only mini story.
She stood alone, the cold moist air seeping through her skin and chilling her to the bone.
It was early morning and the sun had not yet risen, just like many nights before,she couldn’t sleep.
The nightmares had become so real, when she woke she could still feel the pain and smell the burning flesh.
But why was she so haunted? These dreams seemed like memories, yet she had never witnessed these events.
Sitting down on a cold wet tree stump, she tried to find an answer, surely she had seen something in a film or on a news report. The scene around her was so beautiful, a new dawn was coming, bringing with it promise of new life. But she could not take in the wonder of this spring morning, her mind was too full of vivid horrific images.
No, not even this could lift her spirits today and so glancing at her watch, she started her
3 mile walk back home.
Her family were still asleep, blissfully unaware of the torment she was going through. She made a cup of coffee and settled in an armchair.
After flicking the TV on and thumbing through the stations, she settled on the news channel.
There it was, her nightmare playing back to her on the television! “BREAKING NEWS – 150 Dead as plane crashes into busy terminal in Sydney Australia!”
How could she have known?