Dreams engulfed in musical rhythms born from shattered glass visit me …
So that I, once again see the bullet come out of the gun’s barrel far ahead of the black smoke that quickly dissipates into the invisible air behind it …
The dream occurs at a fraction of an instant before my mind gives way to consciousness …
As I am convinced that my guilt uses the dream to thrust me unto the dawn of each new day …
Only after I am forced to once again see the scared piece of lead in its gray-brownish colorations become distorted as it pushes/forces its way through the air between itself and my forehead …
This daily nightmare – in all its logic, has become the source that pushes will – today,”
Short Stories
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You have a very artistic style of writing, and I find that’s usually something a lot of writers struggle with. It works really well with your short pieces.