Monday, March 9, 2015


I’d almost reached my destination when  something snapped and I began to fall backwards, not unlike a wounded bird falling from the sky. I was falling faster. I imagined the sounds a ghost would make as it fell and realized that I was nearing the bottom. I startled awake in bed, my breath caught in my throat. 

*small thing I wrote for another story that didn't really fit in with the rest of it.