Closing my eyes, consigning my consciousness to a tangle of ragged, meandering reveries, I fall headlong into a dream.
My back aches. I taste bile. A man with a scraggly beard and fire in his eyes stares back at me. "Well?" he asks. "What was it like this time?"
I begin to recall my life in this world. One hit after another. Endless excursions into the Dreaming. Each trip spins out a new life just for me, one I'll have to abandon as soon as the drug wears off.
"It was a dud," I lie. "I need another hit, man."
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Dark Flashes (Microfiction)
HorrorThis is where I'll put little creepy stories as I come up with them. Most of these are challenges with a very specific word count. I can't resist those. Honors: * "Pleasant Dreams": Flash in the Dark (June 2018, Staff Pick)
