By
Craig Wilson
I’m
texting a former colleague of mine.
She
invites me to a local fairground.
She
sends me pictures of its location.
Before
I can reply, my alarm wakes me.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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