A Little Peace

The dream was always the same. A beautiful young lady smiling and laughing as she twirled around the room only to collapse on the floor as a disembodied scream filled the house.

“Are you okay?”

He walked toward the woman. Her once beautiful face now horrified. She screamed and covered her head – a feeble attempt to block out the inevitable. He woke in a puddle of sweat just as his fingertips brushed her hair. He dreaded going to sleep, yet felt compelled to help.

She wished he would turn around and see his murderer standing behind him. She wanted peace.

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