Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Sleep perchance to dream

‘Sleep is ripe for attack,’ they said.

The war, a commonplace – not noticed except for those with tears for eyes, needed a new final push.

‘We’ll infect the dreams of the enemy,’ they said.

Victory came swift, except dreams tap the same well, so we had Peace, but not rest.

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.