Climbing

Higher and higher, climbing, encircling his throat. Slowly tightening, stopping all air, causing the lungs to explode from lack of oxygen.

Gasping, he takes deep breaths to calm his nerves and regain control. The nightmare had seemed so real.

Snuggling back down into a lite doze, an image of Fred Mertz taunts his sleep deprived mind. Next, an image of himself as an old man with his pants riding high and his belt slowly tightening around his neck; noooooooooooo.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tovli]

LOL! what R U smoking, girl? funny! really good. did I say more prose? did I say flash fiction? How about "prosish" humour? awesome job, Tammy! tovli

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

That is a nightmare that I don't have anymore. I've already reached that point. Ha Ha




I liked this part. It gave me a chuckle.




Snuggling back down into a lite doze, an image of Fred Mertz taunts his sleep deprived mind. Next, an image of himself as an old man with his pants riding high and his belt slowly tightening around his neck; noooooooooooo.



Good job once again!