Short Stories

Idea 22

I had a dream last night.

There was a man, standing in a run down building, surrounded by a circle of broken glass. It was like magic, the circle was perfect, not one piece of glass out of place.

He was staring at the floor, watching, waiting. But I wasn't sure what he was waiting for.

My point of view was almost like a camera in a movie, the camera kept on moving all around the man. Capturing every angle, almost capturing the very essence of the man. 

As the camera circled around the back, I could see 4 long lacerations along the length of his back.

The second I saw this, the man collapsed onto the the ground, sobbing. He was kneeling on the ground, head in his hands. His shoulders shaking with heaving sobs. Then he started to speak.

"I know what you've done." He said. Then looked directly at me. "I know who you are." He growled.

"So fly off like the good little demon you are, fly away, and never return."