Voice: First Person
And still drops of his dreams fall on her lap where he used to sleep. A realm of jumbled alphabets.... and some of them were sharp. They wounded her. Her lap bled.
'I' was an alphabet that pierced right into her veins, over and over again.
'I' was an alphabet that pierced right into her veins, over and over again.
Labels: alphabet, dreams, fiction, flash fiction, short story, sleep, story, surreal, voice