A
Mouldy Nightmare
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself outside.
However,
I do not recall leaving my house.
In
fact, I realise that I am in a supermarket.
Surprisingly,
there are few people in here.
I
purchase sandwiches using the self-service.
After
the transaction is done, I leave the shop.
I rip
open the packet of sandwiches quickly.
After
taking a bite of a sandwich, I soon gag.
Sadly, the sandwiches are old and mouldy.
What’s
odd is that I can taste the mould, too.
My
phone’s alarm wails, and I leave 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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