Hypnotic embers, a lavanous symphony culminating with a gaseous crackling POP!
Tiny meteor, a glowing spark shoots toward my face, landing just under my lower lip. I snap out of my dream state. I think nothing of it.
Back home, yawning, Monday morning mirror, Oddly, a soul patch had grown in overnight where the ember had landed.
Late for work, stopping by the local gas station for a cup, I ran into former “friend” Mike, that I had just as soon avoid.
In front of me, I could see Mike’s smirking reflection in the mirror behind the register. Suddenly, the hairs of my soul patch, grew as if they were a web being cast by Spider-Man. The knarly hairs wrapped around Mike’s throat drawing me so close I could smell the rancid neck sweat trapped in the rolls on the back of his bulbous head.
Just as quickly as it began, the vengeful strands retracted.
Mike stunned, smirk-free.
“Just the coffee sir?”
“Yes, Oh, and 20$ on pump two please?
Word Count-171 words
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