creative writing

NaPoWriMo Day 4

My Earliest Nightmare

It was a sepia-toned, washed out world.
I hid in the bushes with my friend.
We peeped between the leaves,
If only the dream had seemed pretend.

Fear crawled across our faces,
As we saw the unfamiliar car.
A convertible with glinting handles,
On a door which was slightly ajar.

I was transfixed on the windows,
Watching a presence emerge, gradually.
I squinted as the shadow took shape,
To see an eye. Staring back at me.

In response to the NaPoWriMo Dream Challenge found here

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