I was sure I’d never been in a nightmare so desolate and morbid. Dark ugly creatures roamed the barren dreamscape, probably terrorizing the dreamer, and I found myself wondering who the child was.
My work shift was coming to an end so I tried to be quick. I killed the monsters one by one while trying to make the landscape presentable. Sobbing interrupted me.
The crying dreamer turned out to be a girl. A monster was coming towards her. I made it vanish.
She cried harder.
“What’s wrong, little girl?”
She gasped, grinned and hugged me in quick succession.
“My friends keep disappearing,” she said, pointing to the creatures I hadn’t killed off yet.
“Friends?” I was confused. “They look dangerous though. Deathly.”
“They’re the only friends I have!”
I brought back both the creatures I’d gotten rid of. The girl’s smile widened.
“Do you have family?” I asked.
“Dead. I’m homeless.”
After I was extracted from the dream, I set out searching for her; she’d described her general location. I found her, hugged her tight, took her home and swore I’d become her best friend.
Soon, though, she got used to calling me Daddy.
This was written in response to Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge #3. Image credit: Josef Chelmonski
And this was uncharted waters for me. For some reason, it’s the first time I had trouble fitting a story into the 200 word count=D Not sure how it turned out.
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