The
Missing Bag
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself in a high school.
Once
again, I have no memory of coming to school.
I am
in a vast hallway, and I can see numerous lockers.
A
woman leaves a classroom, and she looks familiar.
This
woman claims that I have her son’s little backpack.
I have
no idea what she means, so I run away from her.
I
wound up entering a cafeteria – filled with many folks.
I feel
anxious when I see everybody looking at me.
I try
to get something, but I’m charged an extra fee.
My
phone’s alarm wails, and I am ripped from the dream.
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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