Well, by now you've all had time to peruse my first two short stories posted last week. I hope you enjoyed them? Someone asked me just how did Fallujah end; well it's up to your own interpretation. I won't go on in case you haven't read it yet and now feel intensely curious and have to read it for yourself.
This week’s story is one of the few times when I’ve woken up and remembered my dream of the previous night. This dream was so vivid in my head that I had to write it down. I remember being the third person in this story watching it from the sidelines as the Invisible Man, unable to stop the killer or even shout a warning for the poor victim (but I’ve said too much).
So read on, you’re curious aren’t you? It will only take a second (no, really it will!). I once heard that dreams only last an average of seven seconds so it can’t be too long, can it?
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