Microfiction Day 153 – ‘The Deepest Sleep’

He sat at the table and poured himself an orange juice. It didn’t have bits but he decided not to make a big deal of it.

The twins looked at him. They both cocked their heads to the right and said together “How did you sleep?”

He swallowed a smooth mouthful. Grimaced.

“Like the dead.”

They tried unsuccessfully to hide the matching twitch of their mouths.

He looked at the glass in his hand. Swallowed again. Dry this time.

“What have you done?”

“Nothing.” Sing song unison.

He placed his fingers on his neck. No pulse.

So this was hell.


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One response to “Microfiction Day 153 – ‘The Deepest Sleep’”

  1. Justin Smith avatar
    Justin Smith

    This is bloody brilliant

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