September and Other Stories (Chapter 8, page 1 of 2)


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Chapter 8

Mark opened his eyes to blackness. He couldn't move. He couldn't hear. He sighed in his head, since his body wouldn't go through the motion.

He was having that damn dream again. He tried to will himself out of his sleep. The brain just couldn't make the legs swing over the side of the bed.

At least he was aware he was dreaming, this time. Maybe he wouldn't come out of the dream with a jolt like the other times and scare the hell out of Cheryl. Not that he cared if he scared her. It was just that she always insisted on pressing him to talk and that something must be wrong and that conversation always led to a "Do you still love me?" out of her crying mouth. One of these days he'd tell her the truth and say no, just as soon as he could figure out a way to keep her from getting half of everything he had worked for when he divorced her.

He started playing back the events of the previous day in his head, and it made him angry. He knew it was going to be a bad day when Carson's dog ran out in front of his car. Between the kid's crying and Carson's screaming he though he'd never get to work in time. If he tries to make him pay the vet bill, he'll sue him for the damage to his car.

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