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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Flash / Mini / Very Short
- Published: 05/13/2024
The Dream
Born 1947, M, from Oceanside, United StatesThe Dream
Jennifer Connelly dreamt she was a famous author of thrillers. The latest one was about a serial killer who preyed upon teenage girls.
Police detective, Julia Morgan, the main character of her latest novel, was in her mid-twenties but looked so young, she was often mistaken for a teen. That’s why the killer attacked her. But after using her police skills to escape, she and her detective partner and lover, Bien Cox, were assigned, along with their colleagues, to the case. When asked was the criminal captured before he could harm anyone else? In her dream, Jennifer replied with a clever smile, “You’ll have to read my book to find out.”
But then, she woke up to a profound sense of disappointment when she realized it was only a dream: she wasn’t an author of anything. Instead, her job was as a barista in the local coffee shop/bookstore.
Two nights later, she again dreamt she was the same famous author. This time she was at her book-signing. Looking up, her chest swelled with pride as she, once again, noticed that the line of attendees waiting for her to sign their books stretched almost to the store’s front entrance.
Then, as the line grew shorter, she saw him—the same tall spinally body, the same platinum hair wore short, the same very pasty-white face. He stood with her novel clutched tightly to his thin chest, almost as if he was afraid it would fly away if he let go.
What sent tiny shivers up and down her spine was the fact that he closely resembled the serial killer in her book. After each signature, she glanced up to see if he was still in line. He was! And coming closer by the minute! Finally, he stood before her table.
She was about ready to jump up and run for the bathrooms when she heard him say, “Can you sign my book?”
“That’s why we’re here.”
“My name is Edgar,” her told her. “The people over at the mystery convention said I looked a lot like the character in your book. I came here to find out for myself.”
With a relaxed smile, she replied, “Well, I’m glad you came.” After she signed his book and handed it back to him, she said, “I hope you enjoy it.” Then Jennifer woke up.
While still in bed, she decided . . .
The next day at work, she bought a book called, “How To Write A Bestseller.”
It took her several years, but she finally wrote the book she had dreamt about.
It won an award for the year’s best debut thriller.
The Dream(Tom Di Roma)
The Dream
Jennifer Connelly dreamt she was a famous author of thrillers. The latest one was about a serial killer who preyed upon teenage girls.
Police detective, Julia Morgan, the main character of her latest novel, was in her mid-twenties but looked so young, she was often mistaken for a teen. That’s why the killer attacked her. But after using her police skills to escape, she and her detective partner and lover, Bien Cox, were assigned, along with their colleagues, to the case. When asked was the criminal captured before he could harm anyone else? In her dream, Jennifer replied with a clever smile, “You’ll have to read my book to find out.”
But then, she woke up to a profound sense of disappointment when she realized it was only a dream: she wasn’t an author of anything. Instead, her job was as a barista in the local coffee shop/bookstore.
Two nights later, she again dreamt she was the same famous author. This time she was at her book-signing. Looking up, her chest swelled with pride as she, once again, noticed that the line of attendees waiting for her to sign their books stretched almost to the store’s front entrance.
Then, as the line grew shorter, she saw him—the same tall spinally body, the same platinum hair wore short, the same very pasty-white face. He stood with her novel clutched tightly to his thin chest, almost as if he was afraid it would fly away if he let go.
What sent tiny shivers up and down her spine was the fact that he closely resembled the serial killer in her book. After each signature, she glanced up to see if he was still in line. He was! And coming closer by the minute! Finally, he stood before her table.
She was about ready to jump up and run for the bathrooms when she heard him say, “Can you sign my book?”
“That’s why we’re here.”
“My name is Edgar,” her told her. “The people over at the mystery convention said I looked a lot like the character in your book. I came here to find out for myself.”
With a relaxed smile, she replied, “Well, I’m glad you came.” After she signed his book and handed it back to him, she said, “I hope you enjoy it.” Then Jennifer woke up.
While still in bed, she decided . . .
The next day at work, she bought a book called, “How To Write A Bestseller.”
It took her several years, but she finally wrote the book she had dreamt about.
It won an award for the year’s best debut thriller.
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