Every bus she saw would set awake memories that she tried mightily to put to sleep. Rather than slumber, they woke with a powerful force smacking her face, smashing to the ground, and pinning her shins to her chest. She pounded on the bus, screaming for help. The back wheels were precariously close. Not knowing if the bus would stop, she screamed ever more madly. Lying on her back in the street, she could see people start running through the intersection, scattering in all directions. Toward the bus, toward her. They heard. Someone heard! She wiggled her toes. Hope remained.
Written for Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. Prompt: slumber
so intense, You! Watching this story unfold is really something. Thanks for sharing (and I don't mind you following me around at all) :)
ReplyDeleteOh wow! It seems like some physical experience has shaken her out of a deadly slumber just barely in time to save her life.
ReplyDeleteOh this is in-TENSE! Wow! And you compacted the story beautifully so you have us an ending. Like. A lot!
ReplyDeleteGreat action and build up of tension. The short phrases really help it come alive
ReplyDeleteThanks, ladies. This was the most difficult thing I have ever written (or experienced, for that matter). Your support means more than you kmow.
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ReplyDeleteI kmow. :-(
DeleteYikes! This is powerful. Would like to know more.
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