That old chestnut

January 4, 2013

A loud bang. Silence. Gunshot? Footsteps, fast approaching. Must hide, I am in grave danger. A woman speaks, but the sound is muffled. I remove both hands from my ears and pull down the cover from over my head. Light floods into my unopened eyes. “Dreaming again, love?” “Morning mum.”

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