Dreamwalker: A Short Story
Margaret Verece
I was having another
falling dream. I was trying to jolt myself awake but I just kept falling, I was
headed straight for the ocean. *BANG BANG BANG* I let out a squeal as I awoke
to a police officer banging on my window.
“Sir, roll down your
window.” The officer’s gruff voice echoed through my car window. I rolled down
my window hoping the smell of whiskey wasn’t too strong on my breath.
“Yes sir. I’m sorry
I had a long day at work and must have just fallen asleep in my car. I’ll be on
my way, my apologies.” I said politely hoping to get out of here as fast as
possible. The officer’s eyes traced over my Hyundai Elantra as he scanned for
anything suspicious. He must have found something.
“Sir I’m going to
need you to step out of the vehicle with your hands up. Hands up and slowly get out of the car.
NOW!” His voice boomed through my head
and I wondered how much I’d had to drink to have a hangover this bad. I did as
I was told and slowly got out of the car. I thought I was being polite enough
and doing the right things however when my body slammed against the cement and
I was read my rights I knew something was terribly wrong.
“I don’t understand
officer; you’re arresting me for being drunk and asleep in my car?” I said
trying not to sound sarcastic.
“No you prick I’m
arresting you for murder.” He said as he picked me up off the ground and walked
me to his patrol vehicle.
Murder
I thought. Murder? They have the wrong man, I’m an alcoholic sure an asshole
even but murder? I hated the sight of blood and the thought of getting my hands
sticky, I could never murder someone. I tried to formulate words but nothing
came out and I realized I was in shock. For Christ Sake I was being arrested
for murder!
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