Author’s Note: Another Friday Fictioneers piece. I have no idea where this came from, but it checks in at 106 words.
The nightmare always starts the same way. I’m at the beach, strolling along a boardwalk; the day is clear and warm. As I approach the ocean, the temperature drops and I see him. A vaguely defined shape, the monster chases me, venom dripping from his fangs. I try to run but the sand grabs my ankles, holding me hostage. He closes in. Darkness descends and I feel the sickening seaweed-slime of his touch. As I am consumed, my eyes open. I am welcomed back to consciousness by my boyfriend’s snoring. Rolling toward him, I feel something sticky and touch him…is that seaweed in his hair?