Wednesday 14 February 2018

Pinch Me



I thought I knew what he was going to say as he sidled up to me in a baggy jacket, I assumed he was going to talk through some meaningless small talk then ask if I needed any ‘supplies’.

He surprised me twice, first by skipping the small talk, and then by what he offered.

“Hey man, you want a dream?”

He flicked back his wrist, the jacket sliding back to reveal a row of small vials, each one containing some colored, glittering mist.

I pinched my arm, but I wasn’t sleeping. So I distracted him then pinched the dreams.

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