When I got home, I dropped my back pack under the cupboard in the laundry mud room and went to my room to change. When my dad exited from his office down the hall, I told him I had a dream I would like to tell him.
"Not right now, Hammy girl, I have to get ready for this next client." He said, with a tone meaning he was very busy and stressed for time.
"Please? It's about Lia."
"You can tell me while I make my coffee." We entered the kitchen with its white walls, chestnut red cabinets, and brown speckled counter tops. While my dad made his coffee, I recalled my entire dream. After finishing, my dad checked the time above the stove, took a sip from his almost overflowing coffee cup, and said, "I don't know what to say, Lambskin. But, right now, I've gotta go."
"Bye dad." I said, watching him go.
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The Voices Inside My Head
Mystery / ThrillerWhen unknown voices without their faces start speaking while nobody else can hear them, you wonder if your sanity took a plane to the Bahamas. Where are the voices coming from? Who is trying to make contact with me? Will I be haunted for the rest of...
