Friday Fiction/ Touched

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.


Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin

8 comments:

  1. Dear Glynis,

    Flashbacks and memories are the things PTSD is made of. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thank you Rochelle! Much Love for reading my words.

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  2. Nice - I assume that Pam's going back and saving herself is part of the therapy... a strong story.
    Cheers
    KT

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    1. Thank you so much for reading this KT! You comment means so much.

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  3. With those memories that you are hinting.. I'm afraid that there are worse to come.. Great little story.

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  4. Scent is strong memory trigger. Great take on the prompt.

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    1. A sudden waft can send us to places of great happiness and sadness. Thanks Alicia

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