She’d followed me through the council estate. She wore a white dress that glowed in the dusk as she chased me, and I thought I had lost her, when instead, she surfaced once more.
Read moreI was lying on a grassy bank catching my breath, when she pushed her head out from under the grass behind me. Like how could that be? Like the grass was a blanket of sod, parting at the seams to reveal her head first, then her shoulders.
She had antlers that poked out from her long blonde hair. And when I got up to get away from her, she rose up out of the grass and set off after me again.
The grassy area was in the forecourt of the council estate, but instead of double backing I took another route, following the line of the grassy bank towards a brick building that had an entrance into a small dark narrow corridor.
The corridor bent right immediately upon entering, and at far end was a second door that turned right again; and the corridor was only wide enough for only one or two people to pass each other side by side.
As I stepped through the entrance, I saw a small space to my left where I could hide.
Another woman with a plain brown sackcloth dress stepped in after me. She saw me duck left as she continued rightwards along the corridor towards the second door. She looked back at me and I winked at her, winked furiously, trying to signal that she not give my position away. She looked back at me uncertainly, as if she didn’t get it.
Then the glowing dress woman with the antlers entered. She turned right without looking at me (at the same time as I was winking at the woman in brown), then the antler woman disappeared through the other door without looking back. She followed close behind the woman in brown.
“What do you want for Christmas?” Siobhan asked, as I tried to write the story down.
“I don’t know. Why you asking me?” Siobhan pushed a mail order catalog towards me, pictures of beach wear.
“Do you want it?” She pointed at a blue tote bag.
“I’m trying to write, stop interrupting me!”
“Well..?”
“I don’t need to decide now, do I?” I stopped wring.
“OK then fine. Yes,” I said.
“No don’t tell me if you don’t want it,” she replied.
“But I’m trying to write, it doesn’t have to be done now.” I pushed the catalog away.
Fine, I thought. If I don’t wake up to write this dream, I’ll forget about the woman in the glowing dress chasing me.
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