Good morning wonderful people. The time for the party to end is growing near. Today I will be posting tidbits from Dark Visions. I hope you are ready to win free merchandise because I love giving away my books. So let’s get started.
Waking from a nightmare was not the ideal beginning for twenty-six-year-old Carrie Reynold’s birthday. At least, it was not what she had hoped for. “What the hell was that all about?” she asked herself, and climbed out of her sleigh-like bed.
She ambled to her vanity and examined her peaches-and-cream complexion in the tall mirror. “I look like a raccoon, or hung-over from a drunken binge,” she whispered, concerning the dark rings around her blood shot eyes.
She quit primping to enter her adjoining bathroom and begin her morning ablutions, ending with a long, invigorating shower. Twenty minutes later, she was drying off when the telephone rang.
“Hello,” she answered cautiously, her voice barely rejuvenated by the hot water.
“Happy birthday, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Mom. How are you?”
“I’m great, but you sound tired.”
“I just had the strangest dream. More like a full-blown nightmare.”