A dead tree alone in a dessert. Burnt, it’s branches claw at the sky. Slowly, the scene tilts. The sky now below, the dessert above. The tree hangs like a gothic chandelier.
The man holds tight, but his grip is failing. White knuckled on the branches as he slides closer and closer to the sky below. Just let go!
The tree begins to bleed. The dark blood rains down on the man. He has no hope. He has nothing.
A soft surface. Yet, not a landing… He slides gracefully down for miles on a deep red satin dress. The satin wraps him up. It belongs to a beautiful woman. She cradles the man and hums a lullaby.
A nice lullaby.
A haunting lullaby.
A grotesque song.
Nobody wants you!
The satin melts away into an ocean. A rough sea that throws the man under the surface. The liquid fills his lungs. He can’t breathe.
He falls out from tears that flow from his wife’s eyes as she stares at a tree. A tree that’s been in their yard since they first moved in. Everything is silent. Everything except the tight sound of a rope.
He stands and looks up at the lifeless body. It’s him.
His tortured soul watches his painless body being carried down by his broken wife.
His eyes open and he wakes up in a pool of sweat.
He rolls over and places a soft kiss on back of his wife’s shoulder.
– By Randall Evans.
Written for The Daily Post prompt – Nightmare