Thursday, June 15, 2017

100 Words a Day 1081

Bedivere turned in restless sleep. The dream returned. He was standing on the edge of the lake, unable to move. He could see an arm reaching out of the lake’s center. Previously, the arm radiated a sense of loss and longing. This time though, it was angry and hateful. The armed rotated in place, fingertips pointing towards the shore like eyes. When the fingertips were pointed at him they stopped. Then the arm started slowly gliding towards him through the water. Bedivere tried to move his legs. He felt the muscles straining, but some unseen force held him in place.  

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