A Fatal Race
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a racing car.
Yet, I am currently seated in the passenger seat.
The driver, a lady friend, says we’re in a Fatal Race.
We must go to any length to reach the Finish Line.
I panic. I realise the other drivers are out for our blood.
My pal is a road warrior who makes it through everything.
We almost crash and fall off a cliff, but we just make it.
The Finish Line is in sight, and my heart is pumping wildly.
My phone’s alarm goes off, and I am pulled 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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