Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Sleepwalker

Published on by Yinglan

As the cool morning air swept across my face, my first instinct was to get up and close the window. Why was the window open anyway? I wondered. I usually lock the window before I would go to sleep. But as I felt the surface beneath me, my eyes flew open. I was not in my bed. I was not in my bedroom. I was in the middle of an asphalt road.

How did I get here? Have I been sleepwalking again?

I haven’t sleepwalked for years. No one knew why the sleepwalking stopped. I guess everyone just accepted as a miracle.

Sitting up, a pain hit me like nothing I have experienced. The bottom-half of my nightgown was torn to shreds and in the dim morning light, I saw the long, deep, jagged marks on my right leg. Slowly, I ran my fingers over them. They burned and stung like hell.

What in the world happened?

Slowly, I got up. There, in the dense morning fog, I saw a pair of glowing red eyes.

(~175 words)

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 

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