tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post4396219007759162026..comments2023-11-05T01:33:56.300-08:00Comments on The Well Fed Muse: Writing Prompt: Recurring Dream ImagesWriting Padhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457445478510415827noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post-58968403024702452952013-04-30T14:54:14.480-07:002013-04-30T14:54:14.480-07:00That was a lot of fun! Here's what I came up w...That was a lot of fun! Here's what I came up with (unedited, b/c that's more fun!):<br /><br />The freeway bends and twists before me, too slick and titled for my car. I grasp the wheel, yanking and pulling it, all the while straining to shut out your screams. Left, right, up and down, the car plummets from level to level, screeching tires against wet concrete. As we jump the barrier for the third time, you whisper something in my ear—it’s the reason we’re falling, the reason I’m failing, falling—but I can’t hear you. I can never hear you. <br /><br />I let go of everything. Of the wheel, of my fear. I allow us to free fall.<br /><br />The car lands on its side, and though there should be a thunderous crash, a hiss of gas and a cloud of smoke, I see nothing but your face. I pull you out, and you’re still whispering, then screaming, then whispering again. But I can’t hear you—I can never hear you.<br /><br />As the ground beneath us rumbles, I look up at the labyrinthine freeway. No wonder we fell—it’s upside down, I think—but your eyes tell me the truth: I wasn’t careful. We fell and it was my fault. You cower and I feel the fear return. It will explode, and you will be burned alive. I throw my body over yours, and wait.<br />Lauren Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10362782718322811555noreply@blogger.com