Flash Fiction: Faint Ideas
© Carly Zavala
Written by Emma Mathes
Every night was the same. She’d look up at the ceiling in a dark bedroom and outline the dream she hoped to see. And every night, the same dream replayed from its start. It was not what she wanted to see.
What she saw was a foggy room. A cloudy, smoky room so opaque one couldn’t see much further than their arm stretched out. Despite the murkiness, she knew she was not alone. There was someone else; a woman; and, she was watching. This woman could see what she could not. And the whole of it titillated her while it frightened just the same.
