The Short and Long of It

10 Minute Challenge (pt.2)

Hey, again! Happy New Year! It's been a while and I thought that I'd get my creative juices flowing with another 10 minute challenge. This isn't a continuation of the last 10 minute challenge I did. 

For those of you who don't know. A ten minute challenge is basically me sitting down and typing furiously for ten minutes straight, and hopefully when time's up I have a fun piece of flash fiction.

As always, constructive criticism is always welcome (and encouraged).

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Martha wasn't a superstitious person. She didn't believe in premonitions, (no matter how many her sister claimed to have) but something about this dream felt different.

For one thing, Martha could actually remember the dream. In twenty years, Martha had never been able to remember a dream.

But she could remember this one. She could remember the first time he kissed her.It was crisp March evening.  He had walked her home from the library and given her a shy peck before wishing her a good night. Martha remembered her face heating up and her mouth replying, "Well, it is now."

Martha could remember cooking with him and eating in front of the TV. She could remember the time she had fallen asleep during a study date and woken up to find Sharpie all over her face. A heart on her cheek. "NERD" on her forehead. 

She remembered driving  all the way to New Orleans to see him before he left for a family vacation in Switzerland. They had walked through the French Quarter with their sweaty palms pressed together in the humid June air. She had told him she missed him and he had replied "I love you too."

Martha told him to have a safe flight, and to text her when he got home. She remembered waiting for a text that never came. 

She remembered each detail clearly, and when she woke up at 2:30 in the morning she sat inter bed and sobbed because she knew with certainty that he was dead and he wasn't coming back. It took Martha twenty minutes to realize that it was just a dream, that she didn't even know that guy.

But it felt so real. For the first time in a long time, Martha felt a tremor of fear run through her body. She glanced at her phone. According to the lock screen today was February 12th. She wiped her nose on her sleeve. Her face felt tight where her tears had dried.

And although it was just a dream, Martha had a horrible feeling that it might just come true.

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I wish I had more time to flesh this out. Part of me wants to come back to this idea and make it into a full blown story. I mean, could you imagine slowly falling in love with someone, when you know that their going to die?