Sorry For Two In One Day
But I'm thinking of starting a short story based on a rather curious dream I had while medicated last week. The dream was one of the few I've had that played from start to finish, and one that made sense long after sleep had washed out of my system. Soooooo, here's a tentative start:
In a small northern town, let’s say in Maine, there lives a nasty little boy whose mother passed on only a year to this day. Named Alastor at birth, this child has no friends and spends his days keeping his elder cousin on her toes, setting traps and hiding at naptime; curiously, however, he eats his vegetables without complaint.
In a small northern town, let’s say in Maine, there lives a nasty little boy whose mother passed on only a year to this day. Named Alastor at birth, this child has no friends and spends his days keeping his elder cousin on her toes, setting traps and hiding at naptime; curiously, however, he eats his vegetables without complaint.