Death in Her Eyes
“Black robed women in hajabs and men in all manner of dress seemed a single moving mass rather than individuals buying and selling, calling and talking. The arched brick and concrete colonnades flanking the market stretched on forever. The closeness of the air accentuated the street vendor’s aromas. I can almost taste kebab, and shawarma. Without warning, the market explodes into fire and blood. Screams ring out as the smell of fear, blood, and death is everywhere.
I bolted straight up in b...ed, eyes wide, drenched from yet another night terror, and immediately regretted moving so fast. I was slick with sweat. My ponytail stuck to my back. The shrinks claim dreams aren’t flashbacks, but they’re full of shit. I don’t get them often, but when I do, they come in clusters, like the bombs we dropped over there. The effort to sit was too much so I fell back onto the clammy bed. I felt like the bottom of a hot bag of garbage. I probably smelled like one too. That’s about normal, I thought.MoreLess
I bolted straight up in b...ed, eyes wide, drenched from yet another night terror, and immediately regretted moving so fast. I was slick with sweat. My ponytail stuck to my back. The shrinks claim dreams aren’t flashbacks, but they’re full of shit. I don’t get them often, but when I do, they come in clusters, like the bombs we dropped over there. The effort to sit was too much so I fell back onto the clammy bed. I felt like the bottom of a hot bag of garbage. I probably smelled like one too. That’s about normal, I thought.MoreLess
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