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| Janet Webb |
It always starts this way.
The aroma of apple
blossoms drifts faintly through the window where Pam stands watching the soft
sway of the tree. Fear rockets when the door squeaks.
She’s in danger, but by whom, and why?
Pam cocks the gun at
her side as the moonlight divulged the shadow skulking into her room. Pam faced the figure. “Not this time. Never again Daddy!”
She fired.
Pam woke with a start.
“You’ll remember, give it time.” The doctors had said.
The ghoul that haunts her night,is the vapor of memory that occupies her day, but she remembers RED.
“You’ll remember, give it time.” The doctors had said.
The ghoul that haunts her night,is the vapor of memory that occupies her day, but she remembers RED.
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
Dear Glynis,
ReplyDeleteFlashbacks and memories are the things PTSD is made of. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle! Much Love for reading my words.
DeleteNice - I assume that Pam's going back and saving herself is part of the therapy... a strong story.
ReplyDeleteCheers
KT
Thank you so much for reading this KT! You comment means so much.
DeleteWith those memories that you are hinting.. I'm afraid that there are worse to come.. Great little story.
ReplyDeleteThat's so true Bjorn. Thank you.
DeleteScent is strong memory trigger. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteA sudden waft can send us to places of great happiness and sadness. Thanks Alicia
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