Tangential

I wrote a story, fact or fiction? What do you think?

My Wordless Wednesday is just below, do you think you could also pop over to my talented daughter’s WW also? 

I humbly ask that those of you who pray, would please keep Alexa in your prayers right now.

 

Dream Weaver

Mary startled from sleep suddenly. She sat up in bed, breathing hard. “Whew, what a dream,” she thought to herself. Mary had never slept well. An insomniac since her teenage years, when she did sleep it was light, she rarely dreamt and never remembered dreams. This one was different. At least the ending was. She had seen herself opening her front door, the policemen standing there, the serious look on their faces as they asked if her son was there. “Crazy dream. Colin is a great kid. The police would never come looking for him,” she muttered to herself.