PEARL
Red. Red and wet. Red liquid covered everything.
Hats, like camping dishes upside down, flew here and there, everywhere.
Smoke breathed fire. The sky above a swirling vortex of hell.
Spiked and barbed trees with no leaves stabbed the sky.
The screams. Dear God, the screams, a torrent of torturous pain.
Running and running. Can"t breathe. Can"t find any air.
Fear craved vomiting.
Shooting and shooting. Shooting anything, anyone.
Silence. Explosion deafened.
Slowness.
Buckling. Knees buckling. Falling. Reaching. Evaporating.
Gone.
“Peter!” I screamed and screamed. “Peter! Peter!”
My scream became the portal from the dreaming world to wakefulness. Still, I screamed.
She bolted up from where she slept in a chair by my bed, where she had been for over a month.
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