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The Wrong Place At the Right Time

Diabolical laughter coming from the hereafter I feel absolute fear As my guide brings me near… You have some qualms? He asks. I hand him my flask. Anything else to reveal? I watch the door slowly unseal. I smell barbeque and burning meat. This dream truly ain’t so sweet.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/7/2021 6:20:00 PM

Thank God (or the Devil) that you weren't shown 'Door #2,' Caren!... Great rhyme there: 'Diabolical laughter...hereafter.' Sweet. :) gw

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/8/2021 11:16:00 AM

I am so lucky....even in my dreams!

David Kavanagh

Date: 4/7/2021 1:20:00 PM

You sure come up with some great ones Caren, but this is exceptional, smelling barbecued possibly human meat in a dream, from the gates of hell, yep it’s a bad trip as they used to say, hope your keeping well, cheers David, ps thank you for the placement in your contest, I enjoyed writing for it.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2021 5:24:00 PM

I have to admit this one wrote itself.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 4/7/2021 1:04:00 PM

oh, my, Caren. What a nightmare! I hope you awakened to the sweet smell of coffee brewing!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2021 5:25:00 PM

I never do. We make one cup at a time here, not as delightful.

Judy Ball

Date: 4/7/2021 3:03:00 AM

WoW! What nightmare! Hope it wasn't a real nightmare you had. Good write. If I had a dream like that I would go to prayer right away. God Bless my friend. JB

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/7/2021 5:25:00 PM

It is fiction.