Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
She breathes. It thumps.
She wakes up in her nightmare of monochrome colours, sifting through the haze of her glorified skin. Tattooed on the bed is a lifeless corpse, dreaming her way to the colours within. She cannot seem to shake the demons dwelling, the streetlights swelling with the rising moon. She cannot seem to shake the homeless sleeping, her heart beating to a solitary tune.
She breathes. It thumps.
Sweaty palms smear her sides. Her teeth clench. There’s movement around her. Faces moving at different speeds and varying intervals, filling the gaps. An invasion. The mnemonic jigsaw is exposed. Piece by piece, the fragmented image fails to ignite any recollection. Why is she here? Who are these faces?
The muffled air causes havoc in her drums. She attempts to latch on to a familiar sound. “Mum? Mum? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” Her blood slows. A moment of recognition. She clumsily grasps a jigsaw piece. It falls to the floor… Beyond her reach.
She breathes. It thumps.