If you had asked me I would have told you it was a dream. The sunset cast a red tint on the water tower and the... Anomaly beside it. At first it seemed to be a trick of the light. Streams of yellowed ribbon spiraled around, almost dancing in the sky. After a while I noticed that the yellow wasn't quite right; it was the same yellow of decayed flesh. I then realized too late that the lights were connected in a shape. As if wrapped around an invisible giant with eerily human proportions. It moved like one of those noodle men in front of car lots just flailing in the wind, except it had been thrown in a shredder and come out as one single ribbon.
I say too late because one end was lingering in front of me, in arms reach. I made the best decision of my mortal life and lifted a finger to the ribbon man's. He wrapped himself around me and his ribbon was like a razor blade against my skin, all of my skin. It hurt, sometimes it still hurts, but it's ok because now I'm a ribbon man to. I go where the wind takes me and I'm tall enough to see the people scurry like ants. And I can always see above the sunset wherever I go.
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Revenant Dreams - Anthology
Short StoryGhosts, ghouls, nightmares and the like. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Do ghosts dream? If they do, what are those dreams like?
