Hello everyone! Another Six Sentence Story where playing the music vid may enhance your reading experience. Enjoy 🙂
“What a week, thank God it’s Friday!” – fumbling with the front door key lock, she practically tumbled through the doorway onto the foyer’s cold slate tile.
As if discovering she’d been equipped with a pressure relieve valve, she sensed the residual effects of a particularly stressful week work their way out as she prepared a light dinner of salad and crusty French bread, paired with a New Zealand oaked Sauvignon Blanc; after cleaning up she was not surprised she could barely keep her eyes open.
Realizing this was one argument she wouldn’t win, she made the sojourn upstairs; no sooner had she lain down, she felt herself falling into a delicious “cushiony” deep sleep, no tossing, no turning, it would appear the perfect night’s sleep; feeling amazingly rested in the morning, she swung her legs over and onto the floor standing up so quickly she didn’t realize she had stood up and instantly felt her skin crawl, the pit of her stomach doing a double somersault… glancing around the room everything looked the same..almost.
Dismissing the sensation as leftover cobwebs of exhaustion and craving her morning coffee, she headed downstairs to the kitchen, yet even before she got there she realized, knew what she was seeing couldn’t be possible – like in old time movie depictions of desert mirages, everything seemed to shimmer.
Imagination bolted to attention, flooded her mind with all sorts of suggestions, all worthy of a “Night Gallery” episode; chiding herself for momentarily leaving the rational world behind, she walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, the morning newspaper already opened as if someone had been reading it.
Feeling the urge to vomit, she steeled herself to look at the newspaper, at her picture –
the caption “local defense attorney, presumed to have died in her sleep last Friday night“.