Speculative fiction

She wakes up drenched in sweat to switch on all the lights.

She touches Arnold to ensure he is there, and he is real.

“Are you alright?”

He mumbles something in a somnambulist state.

“All these toys came alive to save us. A boat capsized and we were drowning.”

Arnold has opened his eyes now.

‘What if I turned into a toy and parked myself on the beach?

“Whhaat?”

“These is your prompts for speculative fiction, my dear. Now get to your laptop and write the story.”


What Do You See #273

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