Ice Cream Run
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I find myself outside.
Specifically, I am chilling in a supermarket.
I am in the self-service checkout section.
I buy an ice cream. I use my contactless card.
I head out of the store. It’s like a ghost town.
It’s darker than I realise. I make my way home.
I’m not alone. It feels like I’m being followed.
I hear voices. My heart races. I feel pretty uneasy.
I run. I don’t want to risk being a random victim.
My phone’s alarm goes off. I leave this 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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