Dream about beds and the moon and you by Ashley Ward

The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.

 

It was another night of missing you. And when my ceiling cracked — split in two — I wasn’t startled. The walls crumbled to the ground, until all was barren. The city sunk around me; I was the only thing for miles. Except — someone in the distance, awake on a little bed.
You lay sleepless, cheeks blue from the moon. Us — the only two things in the entire world, yet I couldn’t move to touch you. This was the closest I would ever be. You stared blankly up to the stars, your mind in another cosmos,
unreachable.

 

 

 

Ashley Ward
17
USA
Germ Magazine guest author
… is a contributing guest author for Germ, which means the following criteria (and then some) have been met: possessor of a fresh, original voice; creator of fresh, original content; genius storyteller; superlative speller; fantastic dancer; expert joke teller; handy with a toolbox; brilliant at parties; loves us as much as we love them.

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