Friday, 15 July 2016
Flash Fiction Friday: The street
Waking up, with a start, I stared at the row of identikit houses in front of me, and wondered where the fuck I was. The city behind looked familiar yet the houses, each with a perfectly manicured tree and identical MPV in front of them, I'd never seen before.
Slowly I stood up, and looked all around, hoping to get my bearings, before noticing someone in one of the upstairs windows of the end house. They seemed to be beckoning me forward and for some reason, and unable to stop myself, I started to make my way forward.