Dave stared at the man standing opposite him. He was tall and menacing, with wiry hair, and flashing eyes. An unspeakable fear coursed through Dave. He tried to speak, but all he could do was whisper. He trembled, his hands shaking fearfully. The man did not speak, did not move, only stared at him. As if he could see past his face, his body, and deep inside of him.
Dave started, then sat up in bed. He hated the nightmares he'd been having lately. He hated the way the man seemed to follow him, terrorizing not only his dreams, but his job, his bike rides, when he took Lorraine, his girlfriend, out for a movie. "I guess I should let go of these dreams," Dave said to himself. Then he laughed. "What am I, crazy? I'm talking to myself like a lunatic!" He rose from his bed to get ready for work. Later, when he was enjoying a break from fixing cars, Dave sat on a bench in the mechanic shop and sighed. He was exhaused from the morning's work. It was a clear spring day and the shop had been
2007-08-19
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