Drabble: Horror
I dreamt of you, sinking into the darkness. A final kick, a final twitch of the muscles. A final breath racked free from your throat as it went limp, as your lips began to freeze in perfect parting, turning pale and icing over. Your eyes shining blue in the black, shock-still in their white frames. Your body turning around, around, pirouettes lowering you into the steady abyss.
I wake to the phone clanging like a scream. I still see you, burned into my mind, as I answer. They tell me you drowned – an accident. But I knew that already.
Smeared Black Ink 