In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Nightmares.”
Describe a nightmare? Really? Challenge me please! I’m begging you!
A nightmare. Skipper walks away boards a ship, a plane, a train. It always changes. He boards this method of transportation without hearing I love you come tumbling past my lips.
I was late. I missed goodbye and the look in his eyes haunt me even when I am awake.
The look of pain, the look of resentment.
Resentment. The nightmare that always follows me. The one I would happily never see again.
It’s a nightmare I hope stays only a dream.