#flashfiction
Winnie had given up making her bed every morning.
“Screw it – make the morning make the day … my ass”
She’d followed the rules that were supposed to bring her a sense of stability. And making her bed every day did that. For a short time. Until it didn’t.
The dreams were back. They always came back and ruined everything. She only called them dreams. The visions were flashbacks to a former life. One lived with reckless abandon and cruelty.
She wondered aloud “Will I ever be safe?”
Time to pack up and go.
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 