Extended With An Alternate Ending
Sean sat up in the bed. He shivered as cold sweat clung to his chest and back. It was difficult to breath.
“Babe, what’s wrong,” Amber said in the dark. “The same nightmare?”
His throat was so dry. Swallowing was painful.
“Yeah,” he managed to say.
Yes, it was the same damn nightmare. Only it wasn’t just a nightmare. Continue reading “Ghost Dancer”