Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s somewhat creepy photo is by the man himself.
Pass the bug spray, Al.
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Click here to hear the author read this story:
I awaken with a start.
Normally my dreams are benign, but this one, I know, was not.
I can practically feel it slithering away to some dark corner of my mind, waiting for an opportunity to come back and haunt me.
I sip water from the glass at my bedside, and breathe.
As my body relaxes I realise what wakened me.
There is a sound.
It comes from outside the bedroom
In fact, from my computer.
Someone is tapping on the keys.
I arise swiftly, lifting my gun as I go.
I reach the door of my little study.
It lies open, I look in.
And I am filled with horror.
The person at the keyboard is literally the last person in the world I expect to see there.
I rap the gun against my knuckles to prove I am not dreaming.
And I stare at me.